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.




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