The Last Whore

"THE LAST WHORE" three years later here I sit, the last whore, the last lie, another start to a filthy path. the beer eases the pain of a false loyalty, however these drunken words have their validity unlike the words of so many whores before her. it took me a lot of sleepless nights and a lot of thinking to find out that what is set in stone will remain in stone even when the tablet is broken. in the happiest of times and the most painful of them, one must continue to write. as I murder my liver again and again, each drink, each thought, each tear holds everything the whores of my past could not. she remains a whore without a soul. grab the drink, light the cigarette, and accept the mistake two people created when they created her. the bottom is up on the glass as the whore with no class breathes to take it up the, well, you know the rest. By: Chicano Eddie 5302017