The One Who Would Never Come...

She never invisioned it this way.
Never in a million years did she think it would play out this way.
Brushing her fingers through her dark locks and starring out the window at the pale moon,
She knew it would always be this way and had come to accept.
From one to the next, never having true satisfaction or respect.
As she gazes in the mirror at her dark eyes filled with sadness, she wonders what her father would think of her now?
Dark circles have begun to form and her complexion has drained to a porcelain white.
The nightmares have ended sleep and rest, she has been left alone with herself, her one true enemy.
She laces up her corset, tight enough to slow her breathing and pulls up her black fishnet hose.
She fastens the clips and slips on her crimson stilletos.
She walks to the dresser and picks up her favorite fragrance, lilac mixed with a hint of lemon. She dabs the sent on her neck and tries to cover up the smell of cigarettes and cheap thrills that seems to be embedded into her skin.
She adjusts her black dress that fits as tight as a glove over her curves.
Paints her lips and eyes.
Grabs her bag and walks out the door.
The cab driver gives her that look that every other person gives her, they know where she is going on a night like tonight.
She pays her fee and slams the door in the cab drivers disgusted stare.
She walks into the hotel lobby and tries to put a smile on her face as she heads for the elevator.
Floor 23. Room 315.
As she knocks, she mentally prepares herself for whats to come.
Just another man. Just another rough kiss. Just another strange hand upon her bare flesh.
Just another disgrace. Just another night.
Love was never an opinion in her world. She found black desire and meaningless sex to fill the void.
Her daddys voice rings in her head, all the fairytales he used to read her as a child.
"One day your prince will come", he always said.
As she cries herself to sleep thinking of the one who would never come to save her.