Born That Way

As far as possible, she strove for them all. Arching her small frame and grunting prettily, her fingers counting the roses in the wallpaper. Childhood whoring fitted her for deceit. Daddy had been a fondler. Soft lipped mouthings, soft lapped rubbings. A smile for pretty shoes, a kiss could earn a dress. And a private telephone was worth the biggest old caress. The neighbors and family friends whispered she was seen walking up and down the streets when she was seventeen. No one asked her reasons. She couldn't even say. She just took for granted she was born that way. As far as possible, she strove for them all. Arching her small frame and grunting prettily, her fingers counting the roses in the wallpaper.