Literature
A Courtesan's Tears
Look at you.
All propped up on your pillows like some old time queen from ages long past. Your plush heart shaped bed and satin sheets; all curled up and surround your feet, surrounding you. Your soft red velvet dress pulled up around your thighs.
The time spent, your eyes close, if only for a second, you look almost peaceful, almost innocent. Almost. But we all know the horror you've witnessed. You brush your long hair back, soft curls all away from your face to reveal the stains of tears long sense dried.
You pick at your food, the elegant platter of delicacies you push away. You can't eat after what you've done. Hunger never pains yo