broken.
The courtesan looked into the glass shard
it was covered with dirty smudges,
trampled by suitors
on their way back to their lives,
to the holy lands.
Lives were they captured the hearts of colleens
making them believe:
they were the only one
that they didn't have mistresses
they were
IN LOVE.
She once laughed at their vulnerability
Now she joins them,
as they bask in lonely shadows
and betrayal.
She felt dirty.
UNWELCOME in the holy waters.
SHUNNED from spiritual cleaning,
FILTHY &
alone.
