Wishing him away....

Theresa lays there staring up at the ceiling.
The smell of alcohol on his breath.
His weight crushing her body.
Feeling herself being ripped apart from within and out.
The sudden rush within her.
He falls over to the side out of breath.
Wishing him away....

He lays the money on the table.

Theresa lays there staring up at the ceiling.
Rag doll of circumstance.
The bed rocks back and fourth.
He slaps her face several times.
Wishing him away....

He throws the money on the table.

Theresa lays there staring up at the ceiling.
Dimly lit room, he talks about his wife.
It's over quickly
Wishing him away....

He puts the money on the table.

Theresa lays there staring up at the ceiling.
Another nameless face...
etc....
Wishing him away....

He lays the money on the table.

She has no name lays there staring at the ceiling.
etc...
Wishing him away....

He lays the money on the table.

A very clear but sad depiction of one kind of a woman's situation in life Very sad but indeed a reality to some.

dark and void, hypnotically captured. and the fan keeps going round and round..

It is a sad depiction of only one person on a global scale.
I kept the storyline very straight forward.



Very perceptive of you to catch that, because the fan/ceiling/money/void , represents a cycle she is caught in, that keeps going around. Until in the end she losses her own identity. There is only the cycle of prostitution left.....

Thanks....

Bumping up a old story......