The Actress
Its
dark
Not
a warm intimate peaceful dark
Rather
a cold frightening silence.
A
sniff
A
sobbing gulp
An
anguished sigh
Warble
from unseen source.
Click!
The
spotlight moons her arid features
Softly
lined but old too soon.
Trembling
misty blue pupils mirror hopelessness.
Thin
wispy lips, grey, draw air
But
only just enough to further life.
The
once proud jutting jaw sags
To
her naked chest, leaden eyelids fall
And
plug the leaking pools,
A
paltry, yet poignant plea
For
sane relief.
Quivering
fingers clasp, rise up in prayer
Shadow
her last wretched attempt
At
self effacement.
Despair
lingers in the open searching mouth.
"I'm
off now!
I
shan’t be back."
Click!
Bang!
The
heavy wooden door slams tight.
Its
dark
Not
the expectant final curtain call pause,
Rather
the empty eerie tomb of real life.
Its
dark, so very dark.
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