Ecstasy
the rush from the bristles gliding
across her naked face
she longs to be beautiful
her scarred heart skips a beat
she realizes she has missed a patch
her bottle
empty of stain
her lips ache to be flamboyant
her eyes speak to her with words of
inadequacy
she stares down at the sink
gazes at that black small hole
her mind tells her that is where she is headed
heaven she is most certainly not fit for
with a face like hers
she will surely drown in the depths of hell
she looks back up at the condescending mirror
focuses on her empty eyes
she realizes ”what” she is
an accessible body
sold for green paper
that will buy her
next week’s powder….
the white kind.
I got emotionally attached to this mystery girl that i spend time creating..poetry prompt was to describe someone you see working at their jobs or w/e…initially i was going to observe a makeup artist in my mind but my subconscious got the better of me (as always) and decided after seeing last nights events it needed to come out somehow..sad when people only have a body to work with and literally live off of it…hope this wasnt too disturbing..
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
brian miller
July 23, 2012 at 2:11 am
frig…what a hard life…knowing a few adicts…the reality of what they will do to get a fix is painfully startling…at times…this was very sad to me….
chanzibrenner
July 23, 2012 at 2:16 am
i knew you would find this sad brian…i have a way of turning prompts into something dismal or dramatic! I went to a bar/club last night where there were dancers being touched by strangers who payed them dollars in order to get a hold of their muscular build..sad what people have to do for money..so i twisted this into some kinda girl who may be going through something worse..
brian miller
July 25, 2012 at 12:29 pm
it is real and that is what is important to me…that reality i find is far scarier than anything we can make up…
Claudia
July 23, 2012 at 3:30 am
dang..that’s painful and sad..wish we could do more to really help them
chanzibrenner
July 23, 2012 at 9:27 am
yea..it is sad. its interesting because the first word of this poem is ”ecstasy”..hope pple dont confuse that with the powder of ”cocaine” that i was referring to! it was merely a discription of the feeling of obtaining that fake beauty…
Daydreamertoo
July 23, 2012 at 9:49 am
The girls see it as a job and I wish they had real legal protection as they do in some countries in Europe. Addiction is a devil to have to beat and to see themselves in a mirror and be disgusted by what they see is also very sad. Wow… all of it is sad.
chanzibrenner
July 23, 2012 at 10:10 am
definatly..after i wrote this poem i actually happend to come across a channel on tv where they filmed a documentary on true stories of women/ children who go through this all the time and to them they feel as if they ”deserve” it because some of the times it’s their single moms who need the money for drugs so they pimp out their kids..only a few non-profit organizations that can help these unfortunate souls, exist
Heaven (@asweetlust)
July 23, 2012 at 3:26 pm
How well you described her….You tied the beginning and ending very well…so sad though ~
An excellent and gripping write ~
chanzibrenner
July 23, 2012 at 9:47 pm
thank you!
tigerbrite
July 25, 2012 at 4:43 pm
Dark and but brilliantly done 🙂
chanzibrenner
July 25, 2012 at 11:15 pm
oh my..im flattered!
Victoria C. Slotto
July 25, 2012 at 6:25 pm
This is so poignant, sad–but you paint a picture of both her appearance and her emotional scars. Well done, Chanzi.
chanzibrenner
July 25, 2012 at 11:16 pm
thanx victoria!
rivron
August 5, 2012 at 10:36 am
Don’t worry about how disturbing it is. I think one of the functions of poetry is to disturb people in one way or another. If one feels slightly different after reading a poem it is a sign that it might be good!