Teenage Whore


Teenage whore is skipping class; hiked up skirt, smoking grass. She did what it took to get through the day, her lip gloss smile portrayed she’s okay. Innocent whore was stealing money to runaway from it all. Bambi eyes, flavored like honey, virgin skin, the girl next door. Tangled up hair with a blood thirsty heart; trusting everything that she touched. Naive little whore, all she wanted was more; her heart breaking stare was lethal but pure. Selling stolen pills just for the rush; teasing greedy boys just for the touch. She believed in all of their lecherous lies that they told right into her babydoll eyes. Poor teenage whore was shattered like glass, poor teenage whore was used up and trashed. Lips drowned in liquor before starting school, dirty hands on her thighs, raped from her youth. Puking up lunch, she was never enough.Razor-blade cuts turned to razor-blades drugs. Snorting white lines by the age of sixteen, addicted to the pathetic thrills that she’d seek. She was in love with the danger, she flirted with death. She sold her soul to strangers, cheap whore never slept. Skipping class, cut open like glass. Fuck her sore, she’s a teenage whore.

 

33 thoughts on “Teenage Whore

  1. Thank you for following my blog! But I need to be honest. I do not know what to think about your writing. Please, do not get me wrong. Your posts are all too real for me to read as they bring back wretched memories of many things I would do and have done when I was younger and always flirting with danger — no, death. However, there is a certain attraction I see in your writing that calls me to read on. Not because I would ever want to relive those days, but rather to be reminded of whence I came, where I am now, and where I am going in life. So, I imagine this is good. Reading something as raw and real as you are posting. I have yet to read more of your posts, but look forward to it!

    God bless!

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  2. What an incredible tale, written with a raw transparency that makes you feel the pain as if it was your own.

    I get it, I’m older than you but I understand all the emotions. Thank you for sharing them with us. You’re a talented poet & author!

    I look forward to more but pray you feel wholeness in recovery!

    Keri
    The Crooked Mirror

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  3. Firstly, thank you for your like on my post. I am currently in a whirlwind of emotions, this resonates a lot with how I feel. Makes me feel courageous enough to keep sharing as well. Thanks.

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