Silent Whore

Street Art Little Tokyo LA by KWP
Street Art Little Tokyo LA by KWP

‘You have come a long way baby’
A pair of glazed grey eyes said
Noticing her soul in the mirror
The reflection nearly dead

Kicking and screaming
Wading through the current of life
Never accepting blind punches
Of any mans strife

Choosing life filled with flowers
Not an option she had
Desolate paving on offer
To make the best of the bad

Downtrodden streets were her home
Hidden comforts lay rare
Blanketed memories, another life
Shattered and hanging threadbare

Home on the streets offering freedom
Liberating past pain
Flowing through cut glass
Allowing fresh start again

Masses of men pass though her
Reward of dollar bills
Allowing ‘on the clock’ passage
She was theirs for their thrills

Shoving their cocks
In every orrifice they found
Over time pain subsided
Drugs numbed her to the ground

Squinting at life
In a meth ridden haze
Exit not sought
From the sex riddled maze

Her soul was worth more
Damned world and it’s game
People cast their eyes downward
Dirty, stinking whore shame

Then
The streets delivered him
Chancing a glimmer of light
His smile lead her to dream
Offered new vision of sight

He said he loved her, he cared
He treated her well
Breathing a new life
Dissolving her hell

Paying for her apartment
Drug habit cast away
A radiant woman
Smiling outwardly each day

Yes he was married
A consequence not
Self proclaimed queen
This was as good as it got

Alas, she enjoyed freely
Allowing her veil to languish
His intention to defile
Finding no comfort in anguish

Stuffing sheets in her mouth
Taping it silently shut
Tieing her legs opposite bedposts
Always ready to fuck

Whispering he loved her
Yet she deserved pain
For she was worthless and dirty
He would fuck her again

Moments caught in sobering breath
Sanity edging back in her mind
Fucking her with caresses
Apologetically playing kind

Infused with alcohol
No prescence of control
Using knives on her flesh
Slicing through to her soul

One night he was careless
Passing out on the bed
Freeing herself from this life
She took a knife to his head

Momentarily slipping
Away from all that is true
She cut him, she stabbed him
Killing him through

She took back all that was stolen
Grabbed back her heart
Snatched at her dignity
Time for a fresh start

Screamed at him he was selfish
Silently shedding a tear
Fault was his, he deserved this
No longer friends with her fear

Blood stained hands
The stench of death
Not once looking back
She showered and left

Healing scars on her body
Mending all that was stole
Holding her head high
She walked away from that hole

A few weeks passed
She hears a rapping at her door
Cops came to get her
Fact she could not ignore

‘Yes’ she had killed him
She confessed when they asked
‘He abused me and used me’
She watched as they laughed

Her pleas did not matter
Their plight a foray
A high profile man murdered
The aim to put her away

‘Life!’said the judge
Compassion was naught
Her life holding no consequence
This time she couldn’t be bought

Her time there in prison
Even though caged like a bird
Freedom sang from within her
Singing never heard

‘You have come a long way baby’
Worn out grey eyes said
She left her body in the night
No-one cared she was dead

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