Days like this I feel like rolling over and not dying

but, drifting.

I wish I could drift away into nowhere and see..

nothing.

Sometimes I wish my eyes would roll white and my fingers grow numb.

I watch this figure of mine

sway seductively across the wooden stage.

grinding against the black light biting my

bottom lip.

Eyes locked tight on yellow skin,

they watch as my fingers caress 12 feet of steal

I wrap my legs around the cold glistening metal,

covered in my juices,

I inch my way to the top just to slide back down

turning a 360 to end up back where I started,

under the beams of my steaming audience.

His wondering eyes search every inch of my forsaken body,

his mind throws not knowing what to do,

I crawl slowly enough to feel the vibrations of my ass moving,

watching him melt

I come to a stop.

Grabbing his trembling hands,

We search the curves in my hips and dance

until he finds "fantasy"

she winks,

and then we walk away.

His body following but mind blown...

We are all here today for the very similar reasons,

but we all share different stories.

Some of us can't function long enough to make much sense of what we do

but we don't care,

atleast not at this moment

where paper lights our wallowing fires.

You can hear the demons inside the men we call our temporary lovers

when they talk to us.

We can feel evil when our breasts brush against their lips and tongue

and their hands travel from our thighs to the creases in our inner thighs..

and then fantasy.

Green flies around the room battling for room against

flashing lights and deep breaths.

Fake smiles scan and locate where each page lands

and like wild beasts,

hands, knees, and ass invade the floor.

Some days we work harder than before but don't always make more.

Sometimes our sweat turns to nothing as if we were never present.

Today I sit and watch the scene I call my home while counting the money

I've made so far..

paper cuts stop my train of thought,

I wipe the blood from the burning wound,

S.T.R.I.P

drips from the napkin my next lover throws..

he whispers "you tryna have some fun tonight with fantasy?"

to be continued...