For her eyes had a different Perception and the Pages were Half Written.

The Harlot

Standing there, staring at the materialistic traitor, her pulse rose. It was her ending, she had to finish it. Slowly and swiftly she stripped away her last shreds of cloth. A thousand miles away, he adored her body, wanting to caress it. Strangers sharing their naked bodies. Alone and needy, they gave up their pride. His wife slept in a corner, her kid was a silent audience, both unaware. She finished her business, looked at her clock, 30 seconds left and her second act would start. The chat closed, cash clinked into her account. Wearing her second costume for the night, her act started.


Aren’t we all naked? Physically, mentally and emotionally. We all have a person, who has seen our naked soul, body or mind. Our naked beauty mesmerizes them, only to want them more. Making them all come back again. We have our dirty secrets, standing bare in front of that one person. Unashamed, unjudged but loved. Your nakedness holds a value in their heart. And soon you start to need them too. You’re vulnerable, gullible and weak. And then they leave. You are too much for them to handle. Too much to consume. Being alone, you cover yourself up. Covering yourself in layers innumerable.
And then you meet someone again. This time, they are bare in front of you. Smiling at their nakedness you fall in love with them.
Yes, we are all naked, mentally, physically and emotionally. 

The killing.

She bent low and touched her mother-in-law’s feet. “Stay blessed. ” She said. Blessed? Dark shadows torture me every day. After dark, those hands come at me. Tear away my pride. Only cloth on me is in my mouth. Cannot raise a voice, asked to shush away because he is my husband. Husband? He is a devil in disguise.
20 days later, there is blood spattered on her face and a loaded gun in her hand. She smiled at his dead body as she ended that devil.