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It's Not Just a Play
It’s Not Just A Play
The music plays.
She is born and she is living.
Witnesses before her eyes angst, misunderstanding, depression
Confusion.
she doesn’t know
but it hurts
like disenegrating paper on fire ashing itself while the flames travel slowly
and she knows the rules
don’t tell anything
or else?
A stinging red handprint that lasts for hours
And a burdened heart forever
Its time for her close up
She has learned from the best
And she knows the rules
She is the star of the show
Playing the part of the perfect daughter
Because a tear is wasteful and progresses into nothing
Guilt is his plessure
Because he can’t read the future.
His path will reach a river
But he can’t swim
He chuckles at the stupidity of her
As if she were
Handicap.
Her mouth sewn shut
She bows her head
Sarcastic smile
Late, she excuses her self to her bedroom
Looks at her surroundings and
Plunges onto her bed.
He doesn’t know
The faucet is turned on
Smearing her stage makeup
Every pore seems to overflow
Overflow with hate.
Dread.
Death.
Fear.
He doesn’t know
Her face pressed into her pillow
Hard
Vocal chords paralyzed
But still adiment on muffling her cries
Reaching suffication
Not a breath can wisp into her lungs through the thick filled pillow.
She takes a bow.
Her story ended.
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