As the frost etched on the window
Signifying another gruesome season
I lie on the bloody dirty mattress
My wine in silence
Pounding against my cheeks
Throbbing against my throat
I can only let a whisper escape from my lips
My body writhes in burning pain from being used as an ashtray
Around me is complete dark dampness
Waiting for my body to succumb to eternal sleep
I was hoping it would
For I can feel my body wither at the destructive force of inhumanity
Suddenly, I hear the booming of feet across the floor upstairs
My heart works its damndest
But it isn't the songbird it once was
I see a cruel shadow in the doorway
It scampers down the wooden staircase
I try to get away, but I have no strength left in me
A woman full of anger emerges from the shadow cloak
She is clutching a needle and candle in her sweaty fist
My shirt is pulled up to reveal my belly as she straddles me
Making sure that I cannot escape
She puts the tip of the needle into the flame
Its light revealed the sadism in her wretched face
She forces the searing needle to my belly
I scream and cry to the best of my ability
This torturous act feels like it goes on forever
She rises to her feet stretching a grin onto her face
She chuckles to herself as she walks back upstairs
I hunch over to see what she has done to me
To my horror, the awful message read:
"I'M A PROSTITUTE AND PROUD OF IT!"
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Short Story / Horror
Poem / Horror
Poem / Thrillers
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