Easy Virtue

Islington, London                               


“’Virtue is its own reward’ they say—

but ‘easy virtue’ is society’s reward for a slandered reputation.”


Golden curls unfurl

like fire and pain;

Mixed in-between the sheets

where teenagers learn to lust.

For all that I’ve learned:

Nothing compares to us.


In the war machine

that turns its wheels,

I’ve sorted through

my lost and found,

Till I found a worthy one.


A penny or a nickel to keep the crank going,

A shard or a blade to keep the heart pumping;

I’ve given enough, but here I release,

All the teenager that was left in me.


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