In the Throws of Compliance

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In the Throws of Compliance

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


Petulantly,

she rummaged through her array of clothes,

her blonde hair unwashed,

and dangling in strands around her face,

aggravating her even more,

as nothing appealed.

Sitting rather resolutely,

on the edge of the unmade bed,

she huffed,

her mind unsettled,

her nerves on edge,

nothing seeming to make any sense.

She furtively glanced at her watch,

he'd be there in an hour,

expecting her to be ready,

gloriously attractive,

like a shiny new diamond.

It was the last thing she wanted,

to be social,

to be gracious

and the silent, obedient trophy,

on the arm of man,

charming in demeanour,

and brutal in truth.

But what could she do,

she was the polish to his charm,

the rounding off,

of a man intent on success,

at any cost.

Begrudgingly she showered,

hoping that clean skin,

would somehow cleanse her sullied soul,

but it ran deep,

those dark nightmarish parts of her life,

that hid in shadow,

best not looked at in the light of day.

She found an evening dress,

not at all happy with it,

but he would,

being all gaudy and tinsel town,

skin-tight, breasts heaving,

typical.

And then the paint went on,

in all it's glory,

kabuki–style,

she giggled,

then felt a wave of sadness,

humiliation,

and her eyes left the mirror,

she climbed into her stilettos,

looking ominously at the door.

When the knock came,

she stood upright, took a deep breath,

and forced a smile,

approaching the door.



Decisions in life can take us to many outcomes, some of which are difficult to escape. But in reality freedom is more important than the fear of imprisonment.

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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

As always, your comments much appreciated Wayne. Have a good one mate!


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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

And do we not all in some fashion prostitute ourselves to the world. We mock the ladies of the night yet we go to work and kiss the ass of the fat man in the tie. Good work Tony.

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