promises
made to nightly demons
forgotten by morning
© Rachel Green January 2026
The Ubiquity of Prostitution
One grows up all too fast without a mum
and self-destructive ways dost fill thy head
when at a tender age thy life feels dun
for the god that though believeth in be dead.
At fourteen years thou tried thy very best
to be grown-up enough to face the world
but thou were but a child put to the test
and on thy back a demon's wings unfurled.
The ghost of Jimmie Dean thou takes as thine
a pack of smokes and leather jacket clad
but for these costly ventures though must mine
the baser natures other adults had.
The money that thou made when school was shut
assisting men behind the cricket hut.
© Rachel Green January 2026

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