♡ ODE TO CINDY ♡

♡ CINDY WAS 15 WHEN 

SHE SET OUT TO

TEXAS.

AUBURN HAIR, 

FRESH-FACED, FRECKLED 

COMPLEXION.

VIBRANT AND ALIVE.

WITH A RASPY, SEXY VOICE.

A TRUSTING, SWEET, 

KIND SMILE.

CINDY WAS A BEAUTIFUL GIRL, 

INSIDE AND OUT.

WE'D SMOKE,

DRINK AND DREAM TOGETHER.

NEVER LOVERS.

JUST TEENS COMMISERATING,

 THROUGH BLOOD-SHOT EYES.

TEXAS HAD BIG PLANS FOR CINDY.

IT GAVE HER A PIMP AND SCREWED HER 

TILL IT HURT. AND SCREWED HER SOME MORE.

IT BEAT HER, OVER AND OVER AGAIN. LEAVING 

HER YOUTHFUL FACE (THE MONEY) 

FREE FROM MARKS.

UNTIL ONE DAY.

ONE DAY, ABOUT 2 YEARS AFTER CINDY RAN OFF 

TO TEXAS, I HEARD A KNOCK 

ON THE DOOR.

IT WAS CINDY.

BUT NOT THE CINDY I KNEW.

THIS CINDY HAD BEEN THROUGH 

A BATTLE.

A BATTLE FOR HER LIFE.

BEATEN AND BROKEN.

BARELY A SHELL OF THE GIRL 

WHO WANTED TO BE A MODEL.

-TIM LABBE ♡