That Sacred Slut
"Slut!" they scream from behind her back
as she hurries down the hallway with quivering legs.
Filthy stares penetrate her clothes
as she tries to escape those groping hands.
She prays for wings to escape this hell
but wings are for angels, not for whores.
Dark tears that run down her cheeks,
moan for help from the hundreds present.
But no soul dares to spoil the show,
each of them bound to the chains of the crowd.
The scars from the intimate night before
now burn with the embers of shame and regret.
The illusion of love had been broken
and truth stared back like a face in the mirror.
It was pure lust that had driven his passion
and she was just a girl in his list to bed.
Now gossips have made him into a legend,
and she has been transformed into a hideous whore.
But neither the daggers of betrayal nor of shame
pierced her heart as deep as his hand on her waist.
And then as if possesed by Goddess insane
her hand flung out of control;
and all she remembered after that was
a scar on his face and silence.
The staring eyes were shut forever
and the groping hands were tied.
The filthy whore had now transformed
into that Sacred Slut Divine
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Inspired by GaGa's Song Preview "Government Hooker".
Go women's sexual empowerment!
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