“Pray for me,” she said
Tracks of tears in her makeup
Scabbed tracks on her arms
We prayed together
While shoppers bustled about
Her hands grasping mine
Out of my depth there
Unbalanced by her need
One of us could drown
Encounter
“Pray for me,” she said
Tracks of tears in her makeup
Scabbed tracks on her arms
We prayed together
While shoppers bustled about
Her hands grasping mine
Out of my depth there
Unbalanced by her need
One of us could drown
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
Best to throw her a life jacket…..but that is a hard place when you look in their eyes
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Best to throw her a lifejacket……tough when you look them in the eyes though
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Let me tell you, it was incredibly hard. Her pimp showed up while we were standing there. I was a little scared.
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Les….I thought it was a poem, free verse…..wow
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I tried to write it as prose, but I got too emotional. Oddly enough my bastardized version of haiku helped me process the event without getting bogged down in tears. She was a pretty tragic person, and I wasn’t up to the task of helping her. 😢
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Love the pictures too!
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Thank you.
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Sepia photographs for sepia, jolly fine words, young Leslie
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Thank you, kind sir.
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Indeed jolly fine Leslie and having read the comments, pretty deep and I sometimes think the best emotional writing is the one where you don’t get bogged down. You are already showing what lies beneath by distancing yourself paradoxically.
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Maybe! I have begun several drafts and discarded them all. I either come across as judgmental or saintly and I was neither. I felt helpless.
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Leslie, to quote the naff but oh so true line in I dreamed a dream, Les Miz. ‘there are storms we cannot weather,’ it is not turning the other cheek, it is that sometimes we don’t know where to begin. When it comes to conveying any of that you did a damn good job and sometimes the best way to convey the hell of it all is to understate in the hope someone can pick that up and realise there is another world out there. The thing is, even if you bled your heart out there, some smart ass would have their say in a way that would have left you thinking, WHAT? I just always think in life…and I have worked in and been in some very difficult situs– have humanity. And you did. That is what counts. x
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Your words are a balm.
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