Pennies On The Pound
Memories packed away in suitcases stored in dark closets collecting dust. Love refused as old clothes unfit for use, tattered and scattered about her heart like tumbleweeds on a prairie, desiccated under the sun. Will she ever love again? She doubts it. For the pain of heartbreak has taken its toll and left her shameless. Now she finds solace in the empty faces of the myriad men and women who fancies her punani for pennies on the pound, an endless parade of debauchery and degradation in which she, if only for a moment, pretends to be loved. It is in this state of exhilarated emotions that she feels totally alive, wanted, totally free to be herself, to breathe, to love, and be loved, if only for that moment, it feels real and tangible. In this she finds comfort. With this, she finds peace.