Blameless Whore

Beautiful Life with Cancer

For the first time, she raised her eyes to look at him.  She only saw his back leaving.  She didn’t even know his name.  But she had seen him before, in the market, with his wife and young children.  Alone, raising herself, and redressing.

No emotion?  I don’t know.  She could not place the feeling.  She had sold her body for years and years now.  She gave it no thought.  Not thinking less of the men that came to her, she advertised and she sought after them.  But each time she thought less of herself.  She thought she had justified the lifestyle.  But the emotionless love she gave away just felt wrong.  She was a nothing, hate was all she had for herself.  Worthless.

Squeezing her cheeks to add color, and straightening her long hair with her fingers, going through the motions, making the merchandise more appealing, her next client…

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