She steps out of the shower Purified now by the rushing water Now clean Now new But always alone She stands there for a couple minutes Trying to live in the moment of complete abandonment The only time where her mind is completely shut off from the rest of the world The only time where she can actually breathe The image of her face reflects in the mirror opposite of her Her weariness shows within her dead eyes Her pale body, frail and sick with disease brought about by her companions Blue lips display the chill of her now incomplete heart Bruises mark the curves that held their hands She thinks back to the days when she was younger Coming home to an empty home Suddenly awakened by the slamming of the back door Her father is out again drinking Drinking to his death with the cold beer of Sam’s Bar Moms out also, getting the money to pay the rent Whoring off her body with Dad’s friends In he came Her own kin Her own brother Coming back to take more He was her first and she was his last Before his death back in ‘93 His empty fingers prowled her then-warm breasts Traveling the innocence of her youth Taking off her clothes To display her enriched beauty He moved with aggression Taking what he wanted Getting what he needed Her delicate hands placed upon him to fulfill his fantasies His tongue inside her body, drinking her purity Her mouth resting around his dick His hand rubbing her clit No matter how loud she screamed no He pushed her on Threatened her Beat her until she performed the deed Now, years later, she stands In a hotel room in New York City Gazing into a mirror Not even recognizing Her Dead Self.
Reason for writing:
I wanted to continue but I am lost for ideas. If you have any good ideas about how I can continue this series... Please let me know and I'll take it into consideration and see if I can go on that.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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