NaPoWriMo Day 12

Trapped No More
Money on the tableCuffs on the doorA mirror on the ceilingCrumbled soul on the floor
Red silken undiesHard, glinting jewelryThere's always a giftWhen he comes to see me
He comes for the sparkThe lust and the passionI'm servicing a clientEarning a mansion
He makes six figuresHe begs for marriageBut that's not my dreamOf two in the carriage
I hold him closeWe love in the lightBack with his familyCome dusk's glowing night
Money on the tableA different room and doorCobwebs on the ceilingA lonely soul on the floor
Plain pajamasHair left wildMoans kept in throatsSo as not to wake the child
He needs the releaseThe widower's spaceI'd never belong hereI know my place
Come the dawnI'm a memoryIf we pass on the streetHe'll pretend not to know me
Money on the tableBooks on the deskMusic in the speakersAs I sort the nest
Jeans and a tankThe person insideAnother year of this lifeAnd I'll provide the ride
I want the securityMy pride ruthlessly demandsThe ends don't matterNor do the hands
Come the springI'm freeNo more servicingAlone-allowed to be me
Money in the bankLocks on the doorHappiness in my heartTrapped no more-AW