16 September 2013

Painted Lady's Lament

She was born Catherine. A brunette of beauty and style and a smile that could melt hearts. But her confidence existed only in theory. The memory becomes a bit blurry. In her day, she played in their line of vision; a vixen, vivacious and classy and a bit too sassy for her own good. Would she be that sweet young (never innocent) creature again, her life would be vibrant once more. But a friend once told her, “Don’t sell yourself short!”. Deep inside, she believed she shouldn’t have been selling herself at all! Now, this was the life she had chosen. She stood frozen and cold, scantily dressed; sumptuous and manipulative, she could give them her eyeteeth, just to take their cash and valuables. Instead she found it easier to slather these ego-maniacal “johns” with faint praise just to get a rise out of them. Girls like her stayed single. Dreams of the picket fence never entered her ravaged heart; her thoughts remained vacuous. She starts to tear up at the recollection, staining her violet swatch of a frock with saline.

She spreads herself thin.
A slave to all who could pay;
she had one ma$ter!

© JPW – 2013

The SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #126


  1. Replies
    1. Thank you, Pamela. It is a bit of a departure for me, but I may try to flesh ( no pun intended) her out and she where she leads.

  2. Full of longing for something else, while accepting her circumstance. This is a tough subject, you handle it beautifully.

    1. Brenda, you slather (one of the words) with kindness. I want to not rely on stereotype so I hope that "beauty" carries it. Thank you!

  3. A haibun wordle excellent. If you like haibuns perhaps you would enjoy the challenge that encouraged these:

    Now that I've done a summation I'm not quite sure where I'm going to go...but I'll figure it out :) ~Jules


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