Treasure in the Discarded Refuse 1

It all happened when she made up her mind and thought, "I will go after my lovers, who give me my bread and my water, my wool and my linen, my oil and my drink. It's not as though anyone cares about me. I must survive by all means. God doesn't even care anyway. Family is nothing but bad news."


Yes, this was her thought.

Yes, she already made up her mind. The next thing left for her to do was to take action.


"Hello, Mike. Are you home?" she asked one of her many lovers over the phone.

"Yes, babe. You know I'm always home for you." Mike replied.

"I will be right there. We have a lot of acts yet to be done." She said.

"I will be waiting for you." Mike replied.


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"Will you be here tomorrow?" Mike asked.

"Tomorrow? C'mon. I have other places to be tomorrow. My services are needed elsewhere tomorrow." She replied.

"Okay, have your pay. Until next time." Mike said.


She made herself the meat anyone could eat at any time. From street to street, from house to house and of course from bed to bed. She has made herself a dump site any man can dump in his refuse. She has made herself a cheap object any man can come to have pleasure with.


Deep down she was broken. Deep down she was looking for a means of escape but all means of escape seems  blocked. She is trapped in the mindset of "this is what life has turned me into, this is my only means of survival."


Deep down, she seeked her worth but none was found. All had been traded for cheap.

Her body seemed filthy to her. She stirred at herself in the mirror and all she could see about herself was "useless" , "cheap" , "filthy" , "discarded" , "defiled" and "unwanted."


Somehow, she kept on being the guys' pleasure toy. She couldn't get herself out of it.

So many times she had thought about when all of these would stop.

So many times she wondered if there was anything good for her in this world.

So many times she cursed her parents, her society and past relationships for how her life turned out.

She cried to stupor at the thought of these almost every night and then again by morning, she's up doing what she reduced herself to do.


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