Baby doll

When jane fell

Jane was an outcast the most beautiful outcast one can picture.

She was wanted by many for the reason for pleasure.

Jane had a body of a waterfall ever so gracious and men like wild animals sank into her soul to take a taste.

Jane was never going to have anyone want her for the way her eyes shine when she spots something she loves.

She would never have anyone want her to hold her hand jane was a toy tossed and sold for short times.

Jane wasn't disposable.

Jane hated the way his hot fingers ran across her hip bones leaving a map trailing from place to place on her body like someone would get lost

Jane hated the way his hands ran across her skin like she was some sort of goddess when she knew all he would do is toss her aside. Jane hated the way he would choke her but not enough to leave for eternity. Jane loved the feeling of losing her breath, the feeling of her vision going blurred and gasping for air.

Jane was ready to fade away.

She was a sad story, addicted to books, addicted to liquor and addicted to being treated like shit.

Jane wanted to fly away, Fly into the wonders of the sky and feel her stomach go numb as she fell back down to her death.
She would greet death the way she greeted him to her body, with a Weak smile with the devil in her eyes. Jane was raped. Raped of her innocence of the world, She wasn't sexually raped she was robbed of her love, her trust, and life. Jane looked up to see a pair of bright hazel eyes staring into her color changing confused ones.

Jane felt she was looking at the universe but to admit it would be an insult to the universe.