100 words x 365 days
One last look in the mirror, a shade of lips she had never seen, stained with the sins of the night before. Innocence gone, she sold it for a dime. Her body was her only treasure. She brought her love to the streets to stop the rumbling inside of her starving soul. She screamed each time she fed the demented and the damned, her respect chipping away one tiny cell at a time. Laying on her back, she made her money in the oldest possible way. She sold her flesh to the highest bidder, her soul dead many years ago.
A.J. Luna
