This poem is based off an article I found that accompanied the above photo. Exploitation of women must end!
Pattaya, a place where dark wishes can come true.
Farangs walk the streets with wallets extending
Further than their ithyphallic glee.
Blue-veined flesh rippling
Undulations of some nameless thing
Roused by another’s misery.
It was here that the
Red panties washed ashore,
What authorities called
Just another Thailand whore.
Like a glass ship crashing,
Flanks exposed, mostly decomposed
Cache caught in a tidal slosh.
Sun bleached human trash
With urban pests desecration dance
Through beatless chambers,
Churning, yearning, open mouthed
Bone for bone, socket to socket,
With no lashes left to hide
The loveliness behind
The blackest shadow to cross the sea.
A daughter ghost of a world
Brimming with oppression, exploitation and abuse.
Little whore/silk butterfly
pinned specimen on a mat
dripping red with silent acquiescence
of a tok khiew and a pledge
To sell a daughter’s innocence.