The loud snore beside her woke her in a jolt,

A glance at the watch showed dawn, and that her time was up,

Hurriedly she got up and faced the mirror,

Dishevelled hair; smudged lipstick and kohl,

Demanded a quick splash of water...

Vigorously she washed her entire body,

Disgust creeping all over, wanting not a remnant nor any memory,

His snore reached her ears all the way till the bathroom,

She wanted to get the hell out of the place as fast as she could...

Like others, he too had ravaged and plundered all through the night,

Whatever was left of her already scarred self,

Scarred, not by any visible marks or injury,

But, scarred forever by zillion emotions and mental agony...

Sighing, she applied fresh lipstick and pulled back her hair,

This was a life and fate she had now come to accept,

She had long stopped carrying for morals anymore,

Since, it was not morals that fed her or got her bills paid...

Getting out of the room, she closed the door slowly behind,

A drop of tear almost theatentening to fall from corner of her eye,

She felt her jean pockets, the bundle of notes given by the brute, firmly secured,

This was all that mattered, the money; no matter who was her client...

A betrayal, eons ago by whom she had believed was her only love,

It no longer mattered to her, with whom she now slept around.

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