Unearthly cold

The rain begins to fall

Biting at her flesh

Freezing away her emotions

All that's left

A fleshy shell to be bought and used, discarded, then bought again

That's her life

She knows no other way

She wishes for something else

For love, for life

But she's denied

So many tears she's cried

A vicious cycle of sex, drugs, and the never ending numbness

To whom all it may concern

Her body's alive,

But her heart, mind, and soul are dead

Open for business 24/7

She is the destitute prostitute