HEr name was Jane
H er name was Jane, or perhaps that was her name only after it got late, after the sun had set and with it taken all her dreams. When it got dark she would surrender to her fate walking the sidewalks through the silent screams of the hundreds that like her had no other place to be. She walked the streets...did anyone see? Her name was Jane, she walked in the rain not caring what her heart was for, lost among those children of a better world that did not look at her and called her whore. Her step... Sign in to see full entry.