Silent Whore

'You have come a long way baby,' 

A pair of glazed grey eyes said.

Noticing her soul in the mirror,

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.

Cold cracking concrete on offer,

to make the best of the bad.

Downtrodden streets were her home,

hidden comforts lay rare.

Blanketed memories, another life,

shattered, now hanging threadbare.

Home on the streets offering freedom,

liberating past pain,

A trespass through cut glass,

allowing fresh start again.

Men in masses pass though her,

reward of dollar bills.

Allowing 'on the clock' passage,

she was theirs for their thrills.

Shoving their cocks,

in every orifice they found.

Over time pain subsided

drugs numbed her into 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 its game.

People cast their eyes downward.

Dirty, stinking whore shame.

Then...

The streets delivered him.

Chancing a glimmer of light.

His smile promised a dream,

Offered new vision, new 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 inwardly 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,

he introduced her to anguish.

Stuffing sheets in her mouth,

Taping it forcibly shut.

Tieing her legs to the bedposts,

Always ready to fuck!

Whispering he loved her,

yet she deserved pain,

for she was worthless and dirty,

he would fuck her again!

Him, infused with alcohol,

No presence of control,

using knives on her flesh,

slicing through to her soul.

One night he was careless.

He passed 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.

She screamed, 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 he stole,

holding her head high,

she walked away from that hole.

A few weeks passed,

Rapping comes to her door.

Cops came to get her,

A 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,

they aimed 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.