17 July 2012
Blood dripped down her wrists, her tears staining her porcelain face. Soul tugged, and ripped inside, my eyes looking at the girl I could not save. Finding her on the side of the road, selling the only thing she could when she had nothing. Taking her hand, i led her to my house, her eyes slowly burning away her soul. In my apartment she sat on a broken bed. A thin smile on my face, handing her the money laying down beside her. Telling her to not move not desiring her body, but her time. Through the night we talked, stories of her past filling the room in a gentle sorrow. I did not speak, listening to every word she said. Her stories finished, and tears that she wiped off with a cloth, I smiled falling asleep. Waking up to death, her soul already departed. Tears dripping on her face, my own heart snapping. They always say that you can save one by being kind, but they never tell you that same kindness can kill another....
The Girl Who Sells Herself • Opuss № I