Prostitute

I shake hips. i don't have

And take lovers whose names i can't remember

James was burly

Tanya drew blood

Brent lost his father

Beatrice was an addict

Over and over

They all tell me

What im good for

Its what they're worst at

This is all I'm used for

I dream of baked goods and a silky red dress

And my chest doesn't sting

There are candles everywhere, and I'm at a dinner table with the one I need

So sorrowful it is to surrender to impulse

The sounds fade when I'm asleep

The only grunting I hear is my roommate

High again

Scared

He's so naive

I walk down streets i don't own

And wonder if my heart could have a home

They tell me I'm wanted

But they call me by the wrong name

Jane fell asleep

Daniel left after he was done

Collin was an insomniac

Lisa dug at her skin

Crying out for me

I can't remember her voice

Is this going to be my whole life?

One by one

Night after night

Smoking makes me puke

The lights are too bright

Maybe I could've been a pharmacist

Or are good daughter

Where are my keys?

I can't remember anything

Im so slow

Beatrice talked about roaches

Daniel hit me the whole way through

I think they had faces

I dont recognize myself

I can't remember them all

James was thin

Coked up

Tanya was soft like lilac

Brent had loving parents

Beatrice was a nun

Jane watched me sleep

Daniel kept me company

Collin couldn't stay awake

Lisa's skin was perfect

She never said a word

My body aches

And I wonder if my skin could ever be clean again

And being warm

I miss my body being actually mine

Wish it was someone elses

It's been winter for too long