night life

night life


daughter of darkness
too many daddy's
to speak of,

some with slight hand
some with heavy hand
she has the scars of the street

finds her avenues
acrimoniously,
thumbing rides,
backseat bedposts
positions in an unaccustomed society

he nods,
she turns away even as she turns toward
a few bills,
a few meals

a dilapidated room to rent
her heart rented out by the hour
her body a vacant hallway
a neon sign

daddy comes, daddy goes
and the biological sentiment
drained from birth

the umbilical cut
with violent words
shameful images ignite in her head
as she bends toward the rainbow

her skies always cloudy
a shielded moon 
of being. 



erin-cilberto
1/17/17

Reviews

[Archie Logsdon]

Reality.Shining a light on the dark side of love and desire. Fine writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Archie...

j.

[Paul Bell]

2017 and the ruination of the streets still abounds.
Short and bloody life with no way up.
They all get their cut, even the dogs at the end.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, Paul.

j.

[Tony Jordan]

I got a strong sense of a working girl here Jacob and the life she leads to survive in the city.
Those sugar daddies are far from sweet - each taking a little piece of her soul until she is depleted and empty of any semblance of the little girl she once was.
Gritty piece. Powerful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your response reminded me of a favorite beach boy tune..."she's not the little girl i once knew"
read moreyour response reminded me of a favorite beach boy tune..."she's not the little girl i once knew"

changes brought on by life's baggage...and a life never intended....
thank you, Tony...

j.

[DIVYA]

her skies always cloudy
a shielded moon
of being.

I can feel the emptiness, the darkness. You etched her so beautifully with your words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your words, DIVYA...

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

In from the cold she wanders around your poem, asking herself, is this really me?

She praises in honor the dark words of your voice.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, my friend.

j.