Free

Nothing is ever free. My body deserves your energy but I won't give it up without payment says the corner prostitute. She's locked up in her deceit, no one trusts her and leaves her alone to sulk in the shadows of a ugly home. She knows it's wrong, she knows it's bad but she won't stop. She can't. Moving faster, not remembering any face that left the twenty after the act. confused little girl, nothing to live for. Searching for the one thing that will make her whole again and that's love. she would conquer the world, but she would never be free until love touched her at least once. Tears fell down her eyes as she lied in the dirty gutter. Awaiting the calls that never came. None from her family, they didn't care. None from a secret admirer the only ones who touched her only did it to help themselves. She held the envelope in her hands touching the green money. Love for the paper now became her new high and she worked hard to get hers because no one cared so why should she?