Monday 9 January 2012


Adorned with his jewels, I walk down the stairs. I am his whore, his universal whore.
A ring in each finger, 
a necklace, 
a pair of earrings, 

Swiss broderie covers my skin. The dinner begans. We eat and talk. Afterwards, the men go with the men, the women with the women. They know who I am and do not dare to cross me. They laugh, they shriek and cast their nets asking belated favours for their sons and husbands.

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