A Sex Worker's Writing Blog
My name is Maple! I'm a trans sex worker with a Creative Writing focused English degree. I finally want to show that I earned it.
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I struggled to grasp
What the stench you carried was.
What had you sacrificed?
What was buzzing that you silenced, killed?
A thousand exotic mares rested
In the town square where the moonlight shined.
Where four nights connected
Hips deep, buried in snow.
Walls embedded with jasmine root, you looked on
A bleached white bundle of seeds.
I searched for you, my heart,
To deliver that ivory package.
Forever, sown the seeds of my despair,
Forever, you run,
You blood, boiling in fear,
As you mouth a plea for “death.” -
Posting this piece in image format so I don’t need to format the entire thing again! I wrote this piece to resemble, well, an orchid!
Let me know what you think, this is an older piece
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So I did, here it is.
If I’m terrified of you ignoring me
Why am I so content when I’m alone?
I wonder what it is I could do differently
If I wanted to be wanted
Should I plead to bask in your warmth
Or would it be better to close my eyes
And drift farther into sleep down
A chlorinated river and
Into a dream where
I wander until
I open my eyes again,
and you’re there. To make
everything better again. To
show me that I was worried
about absolutely nothing, and
blind me with your smile, to start a new day.
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