Her dress was tight.
Her heavily made-up eyes were swollen and red, unable to adjust to daylight.
Her hands struggle to keep her head of over bleached stark white hair attached to her body.

Her father beat her.
Her mother ignored her screams.
One day, her mother left.
Eventually, she left too

She was raped six times,
“worked” as a hooker,
had three abortions, no child,
and many men
so many men that she could not remember when she decided to “charge” for her services,
and that bothered her the most…
not remembering that moment when she wised up and realized she had an edge over other women.
Why give it away to the slobs who didn’t know a good thing unless the price was high????

She walks, sometimes marches; other times stumbles,
but her hands never stop struggling to hold on to her head of over bleached, stark white hair.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers… a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.