ihavethecraving: (via kinkade)

coralaorta: (This is a poem I wrote when Daphne Gottlieb requested pieces on sex work, rape and revenge.  She held a vigil for the late prostitute and convicted murderer Aileen Wuornos, and I first read it there.  I recently recorded it on the podcast This American Whore.) TRIGGER WARNINGS: rape, murder WHORE SAYS 1. i don’t know how not to be a whore  at the bars when i sit alone and sniff them out  without knowing, the lonelies, the men in need of a conversation and a blonde to buy drinks for, my scraggly bleach  job hanging like a rebel rapunzel over this spotty powdered forehead seeding new grease blobs that grow huge and red like the tip of a wet cock but it doesn’t seem to matter  as long as they find my eyes and hold them, wanting to be held i don’t know how not to shift under a desiring gaze, mold  my see-through flesh and words into whatever shape best fits the need they hold empty and waiting for kind ears, act of listening, reflection to fill them like burning sun  pouring into salt water, gleaming proof they still exist, can still thirst  and be thirsted for, dry throats aching for words of acknowledgement my water, water everywhere and mouths that need a drink Read More (via coralaorta-deactivated20130809)