The image in the mirror was unknown and hated
She yelled at every ounce of her, today more than any
How did it get so far?- maze of questions, confront her
It all began when she chose the last door- to earn a pie and penny
Her body assets were her only investment
She flaunted them in style, lust, pain and grace
Seducing body curves and lustrous bold lips
Over time, name and fame all began to seize
From an orthodox family to an another world
That had only filth and dirt to get drenched
Dancing around a pole was only a facade, behind the scene the struggles dwell
Like a candle she diminished soon, to the last hope she clenched
Her body had become a machine for sex
Vending to all those thirsty man, she became a slave
Smoking and drinking she did like routine
Writing her own fate, like this - she landed in the abode of grave
Do I continue this life or make an escape from earth- she checked
To her craziness and ignorance, she succumbed in a way that was blind
Today she wants to blow off her regrets in the smoke
She granted herself another chance, paying heed to her heart and mind.
P.S: Moving my pen after a real long time is a joy beyond words and expression. Oh! How much I missed writing:(
Lovely take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteThank you Dee <3
ReplyDeleteVery touching...
ReplyDeleteAfter all, she is also a woman... A human being..
Rightly said:) She deserves a second chance
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