Silhouette

I stopped thinking about it eventually. Almost anything could happen, but I was so spaced out I forgot what was happening as it did. That was my day, my life. I was living as a silhouette of a woman. My mind often became hollow, but if I was lucky, I'd find myself daydreaming of a different place all entirely. It was my job to love them. Countless men with empty hearts were my keepers for the right price. They loved my beauty. Shallow as it might have been, perhaps they showed me the only love they could muster.

At least they were honest. They didn't care for my mind, only my body. Maybe that was enough. It had to be enough. It's all I ever knew. Night after night, they came into my bed to do as they wished, and I let them.

No matter how bad the night, I stayed. I was always there to serve. I had to love them; I had to. I allowed myself to become a shadow. I was a mindless thing lying in wait for pleasure made hell. No one cared for me, not even my keeper. But I knew he would always need me. If that wasn't love, then what was? He offered me protection, but his hands were the only things I feared.

I gave everything and asked for nothing in return; it wasn't my place to. It wasn't a life for everyone. But it was my life, my responsibility, my pain. I let him lead. I let him control. I allowed myself to subside. It had to be that way. If I ever left, what would he be? If I ever left, what would I be?