Time to take the make up off time to face the night without the safety mask. Time to expose the truth, your soul, remove protection from the day and sun light.
Time to cream away the layers of the false, the colours of the trained liar the lipstick and beauty spot take the floral baby wreath and earrings and toss them in the fire.
Time to remove the lashes thick and black the liner and shadow place the lashes safe, lose them not they need tomorrow to be put back.
Time to cleanse the face remove the rouge the powder cleanse it deep remove every show of style. Stow away the remnants look into the mirror and feel your insecurities begin to scream louder.
Time to remove the clothes the many layers that you present to the world the gory colours the lacing’s, hooks and eyes , the net petticoats the suspenders and stockings that grip your thighs. Remove the shoes with killer heels evil stiletto that the punters demand, remove the lingerie they love to feel in their hand.
Time to bathe , to scrub, scrub, scrub,scrub until you bleed, bleed, bleed wash them off those traces of those men, every vestige of their need, need.
Time to be hidden from the world your sullied locks un-clipped and un-furled . What is left you choose not to show the world, what is left, less and less each day , you know.
Time to wrap your dirty dressing gown around your thin and bruised body. Time for slippers time for the dose. No not time for food you must have what you need the most.Anyway you need to keep this figure it’s all you have to trade, you have lost all else, you had still the happy memories thankfully each day fade.
Time to look in the mirror and admit what is it you see. A shadow of a person, used, abused lost and from chemical cravings no longer free. You hate what you have become you hate it to your bones but you hate the other reflection more .. almost as you hate to hear the punters ecstatic groans.
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