Night Invaders

It rained on and on. the fire in the hearth had long died out. hunger grew, frustration raged. vultures swooped down to feed on flesh in the night half willing, half resenting, surrendered, rather subdued, desire spilled over, bristles pricking from organ to organ thrusting and tearing devouring in greedy gulp waves surged past the log passion spent, hunger appeased, purse strings loosened, silver coins tinkled. amply paid, her wages of shame……! the toil not wasted! nights came one by one creatures of the night frequented her more often and the scenes were constantly replayed though she abhorred them, there was no other go, but yield ‘exploring hands encounter(ed) no defense’. each night closed in smutty h(r) ut, when the h(r)ut turned a prostitute, she started to rot. feeble she grew, languid she became, body thinned, energy waned, ailments plagued, and immunity lost! now, she lives an outcast. a luscious fruit blighted by the worms! no more nocturnal invaders….. no inebriated blather falls in her ears only the hoot of owls ! ___________________________ June.16.2022 Placed Fourth Creatures of the Night Poetry Contest Sponsor- Julia Ward
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Agustin Avatar
June 22, 2022 at 1:30 AM
Wow! Congrats! Thanks for sharing this, making me learn virtually and poetically from your enchanting muse on "Night Invaders." God bless you.
John Avatar
June 21, 2022 at 2:23 AM
Some wonderful imagery. Thank you so much.
Poet Avatar
June 19, 2022 at 7:13 AM
It would appear that the night invaders were even more dangerous than Guardians Of the galaxy! This is going to be an interesting read! Valsa. Best for a win.
Ward Avatar
June 19, 2022 at 3:47 AM
Fancy that, I say, as your poem wings to fourth place in my contest. Well done, Valsa!
George Avatar
June 19, 2022 at 6:37 AM
Thank you so much Julia for the honor given to my poem. Blessings, dear poet friend !
Anaya Avatar
June 18, 2022 at 8:02 PM
YIKES Valsa, you got me going, I thought I was dark! Great imagery, good luck in the contest! Your friend, anaya
Peck Avatar
June 17, 2022 at 4:21 PM
Oh wow! That's a dark and scary story! And, also a bit sad. Too many end up in that life. I love "only the hoot of owls." It's a perfect ending to a poem about life's grimness. Good luck in contest!
Rose  Avatar
June 17, 2022 at 3:09 PM
wow you win hands down on originality my friend, I am glad she finally found nature and owls, she is probably in the best place she ever was, winning wishes sent on a silver goblet with love xo
DiMino Avatar
June 17, 2022 at 7:21 AM
Well said, sensitive write. I judge no one! For I do not know their tales of woe~and probably, if I did, would not want to take a step in their shoes. Best is to extend a hand, and not hinder with judgement -- we all could do better. Blessings my friend. You get a Fav! from me.
Buhagiar Avatar
June 17, 2022 at 12:50 AM
Sad really. I saw a photo by a journalist with a sick baby and a vulture ready to pounce. Later he committed suicide.
Horsman Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 10:02 PM
Amazing entry to the competition, Valsa,
Wolf Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 9:32 PM
Sounds like the night raiders -- were worse than Darth Vader! What a read this is! :) gw
Pandit Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 11:52 AM
Encounter of a different kind--eloquently penned, Valsa. Best to you.
Leffanta Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 11:02 AM
Aye, another sad ending for those who compensate for frigid or non-existent wives. . . . .
Buhagiar Avatar
June 16, 2022 at 10:00 AM
Great emotions even though a trifle sad.
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