Story Of A Whore

She gathered some courage,

Thought of the faces that slept hungry last night.

Thought of the faces that are now pale, and just assumes to find life.

Moon embraced all the light in itself.

She wore some slutty clothes,

That were enough to make them drool.

Hesitating,

It was her first time standing on that road.

She wanted to turn over but abruptly stopped.

She remembered about the empty bowls she needs to fill.

Imitating smiling,

But nobody was seeing the sword that went straight to her heart

When a customer stopped and asked for a RAPE, A CONSENT RAPE.

Petrified but took a step and said yes.

She never knew Her vagina hid the key that could unlock the happiness she has been finding since so long.

That being naked could give her all that she presumed of having.

But she had to pay a cost.

Her dignity was getting trampled on.

She wasn't afraid of demons now because she just saw one.

He wanted to make her feel like a queen.

But something struck her mind.

And she was there again,

Being a WHORE.

Difficult to grasp,

But, This became her identity.

Her wings were clipped,

Her soul was getting slaughtered every night the same way,

She shredded that person who she was,

And tried to find her dignity that she threw on the floor, but just COULDN'T.

Nobody knew what she did,

She hid it well.

Still some questions kept appearing on her mind.

Selling my body being the only bread earner,

And I am a whore.

Buying my body for the sake of pleasure?

Then who are they?

Why am I entitled to be a culprit?

Why being a whore is a cuss word?

Why bruising me all over is what they want,

When I am already bleeding?

Why even my mirror declines that it knows me?

Why I kept crumbling and nobody sees it.

Why I ended up being a piece that has to be crushed every night?

- WHY???