Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Used People

Written after I saw a mugshot of a young woman.  I wondered at the time if the young girl that she used to be was completely gone.

She’s just another pretty girl,
Until you look into her eyes
And see cracked and hazy mirrors,
That show the broken soul she hides.

Her home’s a dingy hotel room
For half an hour at a time
As she services a client
And kills the little girl inside.

She wasn’t always dead like this,
She once was normal, just like you,
But her hopes and dreams are shattered
And now she’s just used people too.


June 10, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry |

1 Comment »

  1. Powerful piece , written beautifully.

    Comment by Anonymous | June 13, 2011 | Reply

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