you’re still here tanya jean
yes
let me take you to some warmer place safe with some people of your own
I cant go I’m shackled to this place
like Prometheus to a rock
for money for lust
there are men here and they have eyes for me like vipers
I am scared
thank you stranger but you are worthless to me
at least you were kind
we are in each others debt you know
each in our own strange way
like the moon to the sun for its warmth
and the sun to the moon for its company
Flynnpoetry 