Even In 'Nap'

 At thirteen years old she had been through the most horrid times even old whores would be looking down at. She could just imagine her stories to them and their various responses. But the one response that always got to her, always made her tear up was when those old whores' and the ugly amount of prostitutes souls would say to her, "Damn bitch! I would rather die!"

So, here she was. Thirteen years old. Indianapolis, Indiana. Looking out over, "The Circle City," smiling. Understanding what she needed to do and where she ultimate wanted to go and where she ultimate wanted to live where she, with youth on her side, would be at peace. Like the old whores from the beyond had told her since she could comprehend, "I would rather die!" 

Why? She thought to herself one last time because she could never understand how a life could get caught up into so much deplorable debauchery that she had witnessed and experienced. At thirteen years young she was tired. Real tired. The city looked so beautiful from here. She didn't mind it so because of the view. 

'The Bon Rad,' was all the rage in downtown Indianapolis. Thirty-three stories tall with only one condominium per floor. Asking price a warm and fuzzy, thirteen million dollars. And all thirty-three floors sold and occupied. 

She felt reassured somehow. 'The Bon Rad' was one of an entire floor, multi-floor warehouse condominiums located in the central part of downtown Indianapolis, amid the ubiquitous 'stack and pack' ones seemingly, being constructed at an alarming dangerous rate...

Why was she thinking like this? It, doesn't mean anything. I need peace. Don't you see it below?

Yea she saw it. This was the fourth time of her seeing it from this view. A 'Bon' view she would like to call it. For some reason she smiled to herself. Yea I've been seeing it, she said under her breath. A stunning youth. Beautiful soul. 'But I have to go.' She said softly.

Tears ran from her eyes. She wanted to scream! Yell! Kill!...but whom would be her receptors of her wraths? And what did it matter anyways, the damage was done. She was tired...

(Something came on my heart My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas and I started writing this one. This one is rough. Real rough. We'll see where this goes?...Peace! More to come...)