The rabbit hole of fake smiles

She swings

like a wild pendulum

happy jeers pay the rent

The boy sleeps

when she stumbles home

another story she'd invent

Fake smiles

the currency of hell

all she has is broken trust

Another night

it's this or the street

the price to pay

for monetized lust.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is killer. I can’t believe what a fulsome picture you paint with so few words. I got the initial idea early on, which starts as an embryo in your poem. Then it grows ferocious as it culminates in such a sad sad ending. As a recovered drug w***e, I understand this life, faking smiles & orgasms for a temporary escape from my psychic pain. Every single line is crafted with amazing originality. Just amazing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

What life brings and takes- still choices we make..interesting write - love the title🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem. Feel of real life nursery rhyme.
"Another night
it's this or the street
the price to pay
for monetized lust."
I like the above lines. Perfect ending to the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks John....a while ago a friend returned from a trip to a country where women are often kept against their will in organized prostitution.....I think, ironically, the whole issue of prostitution is rather similar to drugs, or, well, modern society is treating it as such. "Rather legalize it to keep it off the streets". That's today's tragic logic. I predict ten or twenty years from now, when that failed, governments would be back to the drawing board......

Thanks for reviewing my friend...

[Coyote Poetry]

Many places in this world. Use and abuse the women. This is very sad. The real life lullaby ending sadly for those lost in the greed of men. A powerful write and you are welcome my friend.