4. This Time (She Will Do the Fucking)
To them, she is just a whore. True, she might enjoy sex as much as the rest, but in reality there is so much more to her. To the naked eye she may be your typical whore, but she is not like other whores. This whore will leave you satisfied.
But then come others that intend to take what's hers, they come and try to mess her up. She stands back up, looks them in the eye with a piercing gaze, the kind that threatens your soul, and moves aside for the rest to come.
Typical, never; whore, perhaps, for there's a lust concealed within her eyes that is like the lick of a flame, just enough to set a wild fire. And she remains even after the ashes.
Destruction saw her birth, decay fed her hunger, rage built inside like a barricade between herself and others. She thinks. She's alive. She gets constantly bored with her own life, so she messes with others. She's courious about their beds.
Other whores envy her, how obnoxious she is! Adored by many, despised by her own kind. This is how things are in the land of the forsaken. Where shattered dreams are taken as an emblem, hang them high, who will care?
Who will care about their bones? She was just the happy slut, broken down 'til she was gone. Out of her mind, out of her rights, she prepares her own decay. Sweet innocence blinded her foresight and dug a hole she would call home.
She's the happy goer, curious about other's beds, how they think and how they act when the lights are dead. Awake but cannot stay, she must dream her dreams away. There goes another, she tells to herself, so used to the event.
She remembers she is fire, she remains after they're dead. I'll never miss them, anyways, she's repeating in her head as she walks away from the life that was leading her to death.
Burying the past never really worked, so she now unlocks those secrets, collecting keys out of the graves. Escape can become a reality, she can be freed from her cage.
To them, she was just a whore. She could be used and tossed, as if nothing had happened. Others, instead, sought to be in love. They were after an illusion; everyone loves to live inside their own fantasies. At the end she was the one that got fucked.
This whore could leave you satisfied but now she moves on, leaves the filth to the pigs.
A new beginning is all she needs.
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Spectacle of an Era
PuisiA collection of thirteen intertwined poems and short stories. For the reader of a technologically globalized world Who has some time to spare When all begins to crumble.
