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night life

night life

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

night life

daughter of darkness
too many daddy's
to speak of,

some with slight hand
some with heavy hand
she has the scars of the street

finds her avenues
thumbing rides,
backseat bedposts
positions in an unaccustomed society

he nods,
she turns away even as she turns toward
a few bills,
a few meals

a dilapidated room to rent
her heart rented out by the hour
her body a vacant hallway
a neon sign

daddy comes, daddy goes
and the biological sentiment
drained from birth

the umbilical cut
with violent words
shameful images ignite in her head
as she bends toward the rainbow

her skies always cloudy
a shielded moon 
of being. 


© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto

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Reality.Shining a light on the dark side of love and desire. Fine writing.

Posted 1 Year Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Archie...

2017 and the ruination of the streets still abounds.
Short and bloody life with no way up.
They all get their cut, even the dogs at the end.

Posted 1 Year Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your insights, Paul.

I got a strong sense of a working girl here Jacob and the life she leads to survive in the city.
Those sugar daddies are far from sweet - each taking a little piece of her soul until she is depleted and empty of any semblance of the little girl she once was.
Gritty piece. Powerful.

Posted 1 Year Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

your response reminded me of a favorite beach boy tune..."she's not the little girl i once knew"
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her skies always cloudy
a shielded moon
of being.

I can feel the emptiness, the darkness. You etched her so beautifully with your words.

Posted 1 Year Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you so much for your words, DIVYA...

In from the cold she wanders around your poem, asking herself, is this really me?

She praises in honor the dark words of your voice.


Posted 1 Year Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, my friend.


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25 Reviews
Added on January 21, 2017
Last Updated on January 21, 2017


jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL

Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..


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