Agness, a prostitute by trade
marginalized by her need
to satisfy what she called her ‘albino-baby’
faced reality with numb body, dull mind
overstretched, ready to snap…
Hope’s last drop, sipped from within… redemption, recovery,
promised better days ahead.
Cosmetics masked the map of her fall.
Yet, I saw sparks of life in the blue morning sky.
Wind played with a shoulder-length hair,
While elegant hands, scarred and trembling
swept it back into the place.
I saw a woman unfortunate and ill
feeding hers and his addiction.
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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