Glamorously she walked out of the bedroom

****** feet on the cold wood ****** floor

She looked through the window;

The window which faces nowhere

In her silent look;

She soliloquized 99 questions, but no one heard

Idea captured her imagination; lightening speed

She is enchanted by his silky voice and craftiness

A face for her he invented

Behind it she died, prayed, lived and died

She wore it so graceful

When she died no one knew she had died twice

Though she is dead, she still lives

Though she is dead, she still speaks

A face with feet walking on eerie Elm Street
Browsing through dark alleys in search for a new client
He is a romantic ******;

Silently, he has killed all his prey with one shot

A cut through shot to the heart

Fairest daughter of the King;

Arouse not thy love until it so desires

He is too good to be ignored at first sight

She is struggling to control herself

He came here because of her

She is thinking it’s her moment

The voice in her heart; too loud

She can hardly hear her own voice

Shhhhh…

A silence

A flashback

She recollects mom last words on her dead bed

Out of her purse; a portrait picture she pulled

A perfect image of mom’s assailant is on the dance floor
A walk away to the exit door which leads to destiny; eternity

She was not ashamed losing momentary fame

The long silent walk through the side walk;

A victory lap to the podium for a gold medallion
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