Filled with
the looming gloom over several severed ties,
The
protagonist, now panicked, tries to improvise.
Moments
before the curtains rise and spectators rush to criticize,
She sees
that it’s over but wishfully believes otherwise.
From the
swollen sheets, covering the scars and the terrible lies,
To the
scribbled sheets, announcing her grandiose good-byes.
An
assortment of options, what if one may not suffice,
Pills and
Poison, Blades and Rope, Kerosene and other supplies.
A list of
pros and cons, one last attempt to self-actualize.
Memories
bottled up, spray painted ‘momentarily’ over the skies.
She stands
immobilized, “I want to be rescued” – she cries,
But she’s
already in flames, and to her own surprise,
She is now
witnessing her own demise,
Meanwhile,
the audience enters and is mesmerized.
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