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these
women
slump limp like
used
bedsheets

locked memories
sharp
as broken crockery
stab
in unguarded moments
into their kitchen
smelling
of
yesterdays
cabbage and
nothing

these women bitch gentle
the new girl who inhales
their smells of stale perfume
and forgetting

new girl
all
cute
slim
sixteen
smiling bright eyed with glimmers of h
its spark awaiting combustion within

the madam bids her next man through

bored they disown the kitchen
like dirty plates
these women
last years diaries
nothing written nothing
remembered

she'll be like us soon
none of these women say
for it does not
need
saying

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    Neville Hunt 3 months ago

    Very powerful and very tragic, Drew. An area completely unknown to me, but I am sure if one knew where to go, your picture is not one of fantasy but of reality. But I get the picture. Brilliantly constructed and written. The visual format is superbly menacing too. Brrrrr!

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    Drew Martyn 3 months ago

    Thanks very much Neville. Not from my experience, either, but it's a fascinating if tragic world, the dark underbelly of our society.

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