Women

Her prices blended into a drink that he seeks when loves gone awry

Her wholeness comes split in two as dawn meets afternoons and gloom flows like hair

A Lonely woman 

Is the cost of the dress sawn with gold jewelry on a white corset squeezing ever breath for her to gasp yes

Oh how he has taken all that’s left 

To leave her to build a new

Within the gloom and wash her hair of you

Where is her love 

Where is her touch 

Holding cold flesh and blood 

When her lovers run from the prices of a woman