Redemption

Crimson smeared lips 
Mussed up hair 
Cothes askew 
Furtive deed done 
she stares down 
with cloudy eyes 
at calloused hands 
clutching much-needed notes
Unsteady on stilettos 
that drive a spike into a heart 
twisted with dismay 
she walks the streets 
contemplating a descent 
that takes her 
deeper 
farther 
from the heaven 
she set out to find 
Broken by fate 
bloodied by circumstance 
she sold her body 
but held on to her soul 
Is she the author
of her destiny 
A damning indictment
or does she still have time
to script her salvation


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