TW: Human (sex) trafficking, mentions/implied drug use
They're all dead.
Not really, but they are-
Living dead girls.
They don't have a choice. They have to do it. Sell their bodies, sell their souls. Let it be used by men, who don't value the bodies they are given, who just want to have fun.
Fun.
The girls, by now, are tired and weary. The light has slowly gone out of them, hollowed figures and damaged goods. They look dead, they should be dead, but they are not.
Their time should be coming to an end soon. They all look forward to it. To be free, escape without having to get in trouble. Die in peace.
Only one other thing gives them peace.
Sometimes, they get rewarded if they do well, make more money than expected consistently, win their puppet master's satisfaction. Syringes into their skin, they float, high and above the sky's limit, forget about the world they are forced to live in until the balloon pops and the cycle repeats itself.
They are living dead girls, souls tainted with drugs like poison and blood thinned to water.
They are living dead girls, bodies that don't belong to them, alive only to feed the hunger of the hungry.
They are living dead girls, their existence having died long ago and only their bodies trapped in this earthly realm.
Living dead girls, with eyes glazed like forgotten dolls and a fate with no escape.
Living
Dead
Girls
~End~
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Short and Sweet
Short StoryJust a compilation of some of my better stories. Includes: Flash Fiction Short Stories Poems TW for pretty dark themes [will say the exact TW(s) in the chapter itself] Read at your own risk Not exactly graphic in a very physical sense, Mature ratin...
