Overnight Girl

Overnight girl…

If her mood and the price is right

Revolving doors at the seedy hotel

Or run down apartments

Where no one asks any questions

 

The long walk home…

Wearing the scars of her forever shadow

Impossible to come clean

It follows her everywhere

Escape a foregone conclusion

 

The endless whispers…

Words casually tossed her way

The moving crowd and the eyes that turn away

Or the ones that leer lasciviously

Someone’s always watching

 

Her eyes and ears…

Scanning the passing cars

Listening to the curses and cat calls

The nameless faces searching for something

Perhaps a false version of love

 

Nighttime in the crucible…

Raw, animalistic, and emotionless

Chaotic encounters with consequential expectations

Pain, blood, and bruises

Badges of shame

 

Her forever shadow…

An unseen mark which everyone can see

The disrepute reputation

The one she tried in vain to wash away

So many years ago

 

It’s a living…

Survival in the urban jungle, but just barely

She cringes when she looks in the mirror

Youth but a fading memory

Happiness a forgotten emotion

 

Author’s Note

A forever shadow is my own construct; its a term that encompasses the unshakable brand on a person’s reputation.  Prostitutes, swindlers and other nefarious characters, and other assorted low-class drifters all carry the mark.  People seem to pass judgment on them too quickly and with a heavy-handed harshness.  No matter where they go, the forever shadow rides on their coattails in an endless cycle of despair and misery.

If you enjoy poetry about the raw, gritty, reality of life, then you might find Broken Woman a worthy read.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

6 thoughts on “Overnight Girl

  • July 7, 2017 at 5:54 PM
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    Noone know their inner thoughts, their reasons for doing what they do, so noone have the right to judge. Very well penned, Ralph.

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  • July 7, 2017 at 6:38 PM
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    ‘Forever shadow’, what a great line and the reality for sex working who, in their perceived place in society, save many lives in a service to society that is as old as existence. Nicely penned and expressed my friend.

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  • July 7, 2017 at 9:47 PM
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    This gritty “real life” poetry is what I enjoy reading most, Ralph. Great job in describing this life of despair and misery.

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  • July 9, 2017 at 2:36 PM
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    The reality is that unfortunately it’s an existence for far too many nowadays. The loss of dignity by working the streets for drugs and dollars is a mean way to survive. Many won’t and the morgue will stack up every day with the lost souls. Well penned Ralph.

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  • August 15, 2017 at 12:54 PM
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    Ralph,

    This is a sad poem, and I can almost feel the emptiness of this poor woman. I would not wish to point fingers at anyone in this position, but fold my hands, rather, in prayer for them, as well as so many others. Beautifully written.

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