Madeline Jefferies

She sits upon dirty sheets Sheets that smell like sweat and dust Lewd lust swims in the air like flies The boss’s voice rings from outside Only thirteen, he says The client agrees with gusto She hears the money counted And the doorknob turns He comes in with heavy, drunk steps He smells of cigarettes and looks like soot His belly hangs over his work-torn jeans And he smiles that smile all too familiar What’s left of her clothes, he’s torn away His calloused hands run over her tense body His breathes are heavy and lustful And she wants to run, to stab, to cry His heavy body weighs down on her Her breathes come sharp, silent pleas Sharp whiskers scratch her neck The boundaries shatter again Soon he’s satisfied And leaves without words She’s naked and bruised There’s nothing left of her but a body It’s her fifth time today But there’s much more to go It’s been two years already And many more to come