Call Girl

"Christine,"

She whispers to her reflection, 

to calm herself down, 

and to go in the right direction.

There it is.

The check that always cashes. 

No matter how many bad dreams she has, 

she may scream, but the check never thrashes. 

A man is waiting on the other side of the door, 

but she's still accumulating herself in the bathroom.

She hasn't cried in another house for years,

but this a regular, in a familiar bedroom. 

Oliver Greene, 

her most common caller. 

he sometimes spares her the pain, 

but she doesn't know why he bothers. 

"Baby,"

his slimy voice beckons her to him. 

Her breath catches in her throat,

as the blood recedes from her limbs.

Author's Note

The story of a call girl (a prostitute that can be called and asked for her services).

Reviews

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

It's perfectly ok!
Like Phil Collins would say,
Just another day in paradise.

[Admiral Kirk]

Scary... 0_0 I'm glad I'm not a call girl. O.o

[Caution In Flames]

Lol you'd be more like a call boy XD and a very popular one hahahaha

[Admiral Kirk]

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GOOD POINT! XD
Wow, thanks!!! XD I NEVER CONSIDERED MYSELF SEXY!!! XDD