The Broken Flower Poem by Jim Milks
The Broken Flower
On the corner of Belmont and Ash,
she stands selling her soul one trick at a time
to anyone with enough cash.
She walks the street plying her trade
Her dreams of youth betrayed
Her hallow eyes and sunken cheeks
Speaks of her childhood’s end
Into darkness and despair
She does descend
Her soul was sold
piece by piece,
hour by hour
Till the girl is gone
leaving
Only a broken flower
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