Left Hidden Until I Was Found
Call Him Lurch
Late Night Thoughts, Sleeping in the Park
I Go by Nicha
They call me a supermodel. I sit alone on the dirty couch. Thin, starved, and frowning; caught up in the chaos of noise and lust. I watch a girl kiss another. It catches me by surprise. I learned early on that they resent my beauty. They hate my integrity, which is slowly fading away. They …