She walked with a purpose,
Her head held high
Lips painted red, bloodied and bright
Her steps did not falter
Nor did she stumble in her high heeled shoes,
A call girl they say, how little they know,
A goddess trapped in earthly form
Her desire is nothing more
But a means to retain her youthful form,
With every drop of blood she drew
Cheeks blossom with life once more,
To live and breathe remains her goal
Come morn she sleeps with death by her door.
-Theelusivescribe09122016-
