Luna's PURPLE LIFE

I am a daughter for one man, but I was a prey for a thousand men.

The real celebration was when she touched her pinch pods and a rosy lip of mine when I am out to this world.

But it was a tragedy when the hands he laid through my neck his course whiskey tongue licked at my skin, shabby fingers curled in my hair.

His force less controlled, until finally, blood ran with a flow of rain-soaked in the ground and my head lolled like a doll.

The moment I realized being a daughter rather than a girl I am just a moving corpse.