Shame

I am escaping today, and will come to you on a streetcar named “Desire.” I will wait for you at the Wharf Café. When sunset paints the crimson skies, come to me. And after you have used my body and taken my money, I will ride back to my prison on a horse called “Shame.”

 Copyright 2001 Debi Orton

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