LIPSTICKS AND STILETTOS

by The Po whet   May 7, 2016


It was 9:30pm!
her forehead creased in displeasure
in realization that
Her "o"clock hour had reached.
Quickly she layered her lips
in bloody red lipstick ,
a top the previous night's blue
that her last buying "lover"
had licked whence theirs lips locked.
Quickly she struggled into her stilettos.
The red light streets which was her
perch at night,
were teasing and beckoning her to go mingle
and in her purse make jingle.

By:The po-whet

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  • 7 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Its a pity to see so many helpless women reduced to this state and it becomes their livelihood..if only they had a chance.. Like Em said its a delicate subject yet you make it sound tender and give a sympathetic feeling. Touching..

    • 7 years ago

      by The Po whet

      Thank you Meena for the comment, I appreciate

  • 7 years ago

    by The Po whet

    Thanks Em and Ben for your comments and I do agree with you both that it is indeed a delicate subject ,but it is good that we share with everyone out there to help them be cautious.

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello

    I wrote a poem about this subject a year ago or so, and it's a delicate and sad one to cover. The mask of lipstick cannot cover what is a horrid way to live. I mean that purely from the woman's point of view; some don't think they have a choice and live miserably because of it.

    Take care,
    Ben

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Beautifully written. So many women would be able to relate to this unfortunately. Although about a delicate subject you made it beautiful as always. I'm adding this to my faces so I can nominate it when I get my votes back.

    Em

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