##A Sister Act##

Prologue

Look at me.

Just look at me.

Do you really think I wanted to be like this?

Do you really think it was my choice to become this

This...

Whore!

I would not be this slutty runt in torn lingerie

If I had any other choice...

You still believe I wanted this?

You still believe it was my choice to be like this?

Well, you're wrong

You're wrong

Dammitt

Life made me like this

I never asked for it

Which is probably why

I got it.

But maybe

Just maybe

I let life make me this way

Maybe I just

Got tired of fighting.

Maybe I did

Have this coming

All along

But just look at

Me

Really

Look

At

Me.

Take a guess

Just take a wild guess.

What do you think?

If I had any other choice,

Would I choose to be the prone figure

I see reflected

In the harsh sheen of light

That blinds me as I lie

Trapped

Beneath a limp statue

With a concrete face

As guilty as my own

Cold as stone

Painted with

Harsh guilty

Guilty

Blood?

If I could be somewhere

Anywhere

Else

Would I choose to be here

Staring

Into

The

Barrel

Of

My

Sister's

Gun