the trade

when she was young

she sought “true love,”

she roamed her world, however big at the time,

for that heated romance,

that passion,

which made her heart beat a 1000 times a minute,

which made her stomach house an extended family of

fluttering

butterflies.

 

but as she grew older &

her friends started auctioning themselves off to the highest

bidders,

she began to question what the future would hold in store for

her.

 

she found herself at the proverbial

crossroads,

trading romance for security

in a man that did not make her feel alive,

but rather one that would

keep the moola flowing,

in times of strife, in times of peace.

 

it didn’t take long before the want for romance crept up inside

her,

for it never really dies,

and she found herself seeking companionship

with men who were not her husband,

fucking to just feel alive,

fucking to be remembered,

fucking to leave a trace of what she felt she really was,

deep in her core---

a passionate woman.

 

so she keeps herself secret,

working on new ways to deceive him,

working on new ways to keep him bringing in the money,

whilst never having a clue

that she just wiped the cum of another man

from her lips---

never knowing how long it will be

before he finds out,

never knowing how he will react,

never knowing just how much it will destroy her life &

the life that they had together,

but her blood pumps wondrously with the excitement

that she is getting away with

living,

after she had sentenced herself to

death,

far too early.