I lay in your bed With hatred in my eyes “Well at least the sex is good It’s the only thing good about you”

“You’re only with me For the money You gold digger You’re such a pig”

“You’re just jealous That I have money and power And you don’t” Don’t be too jealous

Your words sting me And ring in my ears Thanks douchebag I can’t look at myself now

Warning: this poem is a tad bit explicit, and yes, it is fictional. I’m not a hooker. I promise lol. ————— It’s music to my baby’s ears, The moans that leave my ruby lips, He’s forever imprisoned by, This diamond mine between my hips.

The way I walk, the way I talk, It keeps him coming back for more. Like taking candy from a child, I rock him to his very core.

He’s blinded by my beauty, so, He doesn’t see the evil shine, In these ocean eyes, he knows, Not of these dark plans of mine.

He falls, like every other man, At my feet like autumn leaves, And every lie these plump lips tell, He sure enough always believes.

I shower him and kisses and, He showers me and dollar bills. My body is my weapon and, I use it just to seek my thrills.

So call it what you think you must, But please don’t get confused, my dear, I swear, each time these hips are thrust, I make more than you could in a year.

I’m not sure when I stepped into this situation, wedged between two rich men in satin sheets. They were beautiful creatures- I wouldn’t call them human. Not with those godly features.

My head was pounding and I couldn’t remember the previous night. I struggled to remember what I did to get in the bed- and in the end, I give up.

This would be the sex part of the deal, I would later learn. Innocent me didn’t know what was headed my way.

I would know the next day, when I was forced into the bedroom again with one of the men. Then later, another man would come. Then four more would come after that.

A week later, I would be sold to a rough handling man that made me bleed over and over again on countless cold nights.

This would be the money part. But I’m guessing you already knew that…

I would be sent around several times, then settled at a rich drug dealer’s home, who had big hands and pills to make his downstairs pop like a prostitute’s lipgloss on a Saturday night.

Power. That’s what this stage would be. He controlled everything I did or said. Soon, I would be forced to swallow balloons of his drugs and deliver them to local malls, where his clients awaited in dark clothes and tatted skin.

I would die a terrible death, staring down the barrel of a shiny new gun on a cold night.

The gun, one of which was stolen from a gunsmith in Downtown Jamestown during a raid, approximately thirty-nine miles from my murder’s condo.

I would be drug into the damp woods and shot once in the thigh and twice in the chest. Under a big oak, would be where I was buried like a wild animal.

-SMP, Samantha Michelle Price.

Clarissa always had a way with words. She could pull people in, trap them in her web of lies, and suck them dry of everything they had using just words. Sometimes, she wouldn’t even need to use too many of them, just a few gleaming gems from the English language that she knew men liked to hear. When those rounded syllables and purring r’s spilled from ruby red lips they turned into more than just words- they turned into chips of gold.

Clarissa knew she was pretty, it was just about the only thing both her and her mother had agreed on. Clarissas mother noticed that beauty at a young age and weaponized it, honing those pretty blue eyes and soft blond curls into a finely sharpened blade. Clarissa had always known that her power came directly from her beauty. When she had everyone gushing over her in school and men at the ready, she knew it was because of her looks. She began crave the affection overtime, not out of vanity, but for all the peripheral perks she gained. It was that attention and praise that gave her power. Power to do things like enter fancy venues or live lavishly beyond her means. Coming from a family that was not only broken, but actually broke- money wise- the high life was something Clarissa cherished dearly.

“Gods. You. Are. Stunning”

Clarissa turned to the sound of the voice and saw that a pretty blond man in a navy tux had sidled up to her. Though she was sitting alone at the bar, getting drunk on empress gin and totally at peace with the situation , it seemed as though this star struck man took it upon himself to converse with her. She supposed she could entertain him just this once. Judging by the gleaming watch on his wrist and the scent of expensive cologne perhaps he could offer her something more than just his good looks.

Clarissa let out a breathy laugh and feigned innocent.

“Me? Gosh aren’t you sweet”, she gushed, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

His grin widened and he looked her over, his expression advertising every dirty thought in his mind like a billboard. Lust was an expression Clarissa knew well, just as most people could read sadness or joy; and this man, with his dopey smile and puffed chest had lust printed on his forehead in big bold letters.

“Ethan Harl”, he said, reaching out a hand and catching Clarissas palm in his firm grasp. Clarissa recognized the last name immediately. Harl & Harding. The big shot lawyers who were the guests of honour at this party.L. The Harl in Harl & Harding was most certainly his father. This cocky boy before her looked too egotistical to do anything other than look pretty and flirt.

“Clarissa”

His hand lingered longer around hers. Warm and strong with fingers so long they almost wrapped around her wrist entirely.

“Just Clarissa?”, he asked with an eyebrow raise “no last name?”.

Clarissa shook her head and shot him a dazzling smile. ‘A smile like a cocaine. Pure white and entirely addictive’, her mother would say to her.

“Just Clarissa”, she responded coyly.

Ethan laughed and ordered himself a drink.

Ethan Harl proceeded to spend the rest of the evening talking. Talking and talking and talking- mostly just about himself. He was interning at his father law firm, something he said with such brazen cockiness, that Clarissa didn’t have the heart to tell him that the only reason he was even considered for the position was because of nepotism. He was loose lipped about his fathers cases, yabbering about juicy details that likely went against numerous confidentiality agreements. Clarissa listened closely to this information in particular, eager to learn about something other than the amount of summer homes Ethan owned. With every new topic he leaned in closer to her and placed a hand her arm unnecessarily.

“Ethan, love” Clarissa drawled when there was a gap in their conversation. “Mind if I head to the ladies room and make a quick phone call? My moms flying out to Vegas tonight and I want to catch her before she boards her flight” Clarissa added. The lies were polished beautifully on her tongue. One might actually think that her mother was in fact going on vacation to Vegas.

His face fell slightly but he nodded. “Yeah, go ahead”.

Clarissa got up from her chair and slipped her long white coat back on. From it’s pocket she withdrew a key card. She slid the card on the table towards Ethan and smiled cheekily.

“Meet you upstairs? I’m in room 508”

His face lit up again and she swore his entire body actually flushed with delight. Of course. As expected, it was sex he was really after. It was no surprise really, she knew she had that effect on people.

She sashayed away before he had a chance to say more and slipped into the hotel lobby. She then ducked into a secluded area away from watchful eyes. With a sigh in preparation, she whipped out her phone and dialed the familiar number. It was a burner phone of course, but her mother had been stealthy enough to now only sneak it into the prison, but hold on to it long enough that a Clarissa knew the number by heart now.

“Rissa?” Her moms voice was clear and hopeful, with a hint of breathlessness.

“Mom? Hey I missed you. How have you been?”

Her mother spoke for a bit, overdramatizing the events of prison life for Clarissas entertainment. After a while, she paused.

“So? How’d it go?”, She asked, her tone pitched lower than before.

“It went great. He fell right into my trap. I’m suppose to meet him up in my hotel room soon”, Clarissa replied, eyes skimming over all the laughing people walking in and out of the lobby in expensive clothing.

“Good girl. Remember what I told you right? We just need his phone and room key. He has all his passwords on his phone and you can use his room key to access his laptop. I just need you to send me copies of the case files that he’s worked on with his dad. Got it?”

Clarissa replied with more sass than necessary.

“Of course mother, we’ve talked about this a hundred times”, Clarissa clipped back with an eye roll. Even from her prison cell her mother couldn’t help but be controlling; it was as though she only believed Clarissa to be a pretty shell of a girl with no brain in her head.

“Watch your tone with me Clar- oh god just wait a second”, she could hear her mother arguing with someone in the background before returning her attention to the call.

“I have to go Clarissa. Don’t let me down”, and then she hung up.

Clarissa tucked the phone back into her pocket and took a rare moment to collect herself. When she was ready, she slipped back into the faux version of herself with her head held high and shoulders back. Tonight she had a job that she would not mess up on.

Not when she was so close to getting back at the Harl family for what they had done to her; for killing her father and framing her mother for it all.

Why worry about FTC guidelines when you have sex Money Power And tax evasion magic? Exactly.

Unless the FTCTPP comes into play.Then you should be very afraid. Why am I even writing? I can just pay people to do that for me! Jellyshins!

Sex

At nighttime we pretend. It’s easier in bed. Our heightened emotions distort into a twisted desire to have each other close.

Money

We act like we have it. Lavish trips and enough left over for a few hits.

Power

We bathe in it. She likes control. I like being controlled.

Sex, Money, Power. Many would say we lust and we envy. That we are filled to the brim with greed. But we will carry on as we are. Carry on with all the lust, Envy, Greed Because no one will stop us. None of that will matter. Not once we rule the world.

It was the part of town you shouldn’t be in, unless of course it was your home. The sidewalks grew with long roots of cracks and the street looked as if it had some kind of disease with the potholes speckling it like smallpox. But there was something different in spring, the smells were sweeter and the gray took on color. Held as between two arms, the kiosk felt the caress of a purely white blossoming plum on one side and a newly blushed magnolia on the other. Those two made it look like that dismal newsstand had had a facelift. I smiled. But that thought was gone as I saw on the black and white newspapers:

                  Sex
                  Money
                  Power

 Again in the wrong part of town.

The man stares at the woman. He sighs.

Man: I ought to smack you.

Woman: Why don’t you?

Man: I don’t know.

The man slides his ring off. Sets it on the table.

Man: Why did you have to go about it... like this?

The man nods at her naked body, she pulls the bed sheet up to cover her. She is scared, her movements cautious and delicate.

Woman: I... I’m sorry.

The man lights a cigarette. Sits down.

Woman: I was gonna tell you!

Man: (the man laughs) ...’Was gonna.’ Lie, if I ever heard one

Woman: I wasn’t lyin none! I didn’t mean for it to happen!

Man: But it did.

The woman stares at his ring on the table.

Man: (aggressive) What was it the sex, money?... or is it the power! You still holding that shit against me!

The woman is unsettled.

Woman: I just wanted someone who-

Man: -‘WHO WAS THERE FOR ME’

Woman: Don’t mock me! That’s how I feel!

Man: And I wasn’t there for you? I WASNT a man to lean on?

The man dusts his nose in irritation.

Woman: (voice cracked) You are always at work!

Man: THATS RIGHT. Say it again. (the woman looks away her eyes tearing up) I never lied or tried to swindle my time, I was right where I always said I was. Breaking this body and doin my piece to pay for OUR house, pay for the car, put some bread on the table... all this shit... (the man’s arm spread out as he refers to the house)

Woman: IM SORRY

Man: Yeah I’m sorry too... for doin everything right and still getting screwed over.

The man stands up and approaches the woman, she retracts and crouches low. She squeals as the man grabs the lower portion of her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

Woman: You’re hurting me!

Man: GET OUT.

Steam was circulating in a rusty machine which made growling noises. It was as if the machine was going to burst. Suddenly a pressing sound came closer until a sharp pain crushed me. My form changed into a rectangular shape.

My eyes opened slightly gasping at the sun rays peaking into the storage house. Walking to the window which is wet with dampness I peer into the empty field of grey grassed meadow. Out of nowhere a strong breeze entered the storage house and lifted me up like a paper airplane. My body flew all over the warehouse. Giant flesh hands tried to catch me but the breeze was too fast.

I was taken far away from the warehouse floating out of the window and into the great beyond. My mind cannot process how I got stuck in this situation. My body made from paper lay stuck on the cold snow. My world became dark as a small flesh hand grasped my body. “Mum, mum, mum. Look what I found. It´s a £50 note”. The hyperactive child says waving my body around in the freezing breeze.

Next thing I know the girl takes my body into a room next to a blazing fire. The refreshing heat makes my body relax. The heat feels so nice it’s as if I’m on fire. With a giant slam I’m crushed by a book. “If you can't look after your money I will have it" a feminine voice says grasping my half burned body which is put on a soft base. So comfy.

Later in the day when the blinds go down I hear giggling and the lights going out. I'm being squeezed against a fleshy body dancing on a bed. The creeping noises of the bed as it rocks scratches my paper. My paper body all crinkled and ripped on the edges as I float down to the floor. ´What power these flesh beings have’ I think to myself as I lay still on the wet hard wooden floor.

'Is this all flesh being do?’ I think to myself watching as the bed moves up and down. ‘This is what it's all about. My existence is to be a visual image to show a flesh being's power' I think back to all the flesh hands that tried to grab me, fight over me and show me off to other beings. Good thing I’m a £50 note.

'I’m going to be popular' I think to my self as a strong flesh hand places me inside a case full of £5's and £10's. Wait till they hear the story I'm going to tell them.

“Sex, money, power,” he whispered seductively in my ear. “I can give you all of these, but only if you completely follow me now. Come with me, rule by my side. We shall own the galaxy.”

I thought about this proposal. I did earn for power, the others I could get on my own. Rule the galaxy? Yes, that has a nice ring to it.

I smiled my special grin at him, and ran my sword through his heart. I laughed at the shocked look in his eyes, and watched the light dim.

I walked away, to his shop, to start my new career.