A Whore

No matter how she said it,

No matter who,

She was exactly a whore.

A beautifully intrigued dead soul

Brain gone

Heartless and sucked dry

The cold flames burnt her skin,

Licking the flesh torn wounds,

Running her dry of lust,

Knowing she had none.

They left her,

A deflated frozen heart

Hair fuzzed

overly fucked