Shackles

His mouth opens in pleasure,

He gives me money for providing him leisure.

His eyes widen in surprise,

As he slams his hands down on my thighs,

His smile predatory,

My body doesn’t even register,

His breath on my neck,

While inside I’m a wreck,

He likes it rough,

Expects me to be tough,

No more do I feel the pain,

I check my mind out just to stay sane,

When he leaves there will be others,

Each with their own style,

Some humane and some vile,

I accept them all,

I don’t have a choice,

Long ago I lost my voice,

I feel his sweat on my body,

Hear his release in my ear,

The sound telling me his end is near,

His buckle makes a sound,

The door closes,

I enter the shower after I receive a text,

It tells me to get ready for the next

make my way back to the bed,

I might be alive but inside I am dead.