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May 2014
She made her entrance as
The Undisputed Queen
Underlings scrabbled
To see her, to be seen
She favored no one
Lest they favor her more
She sighed and she waited
To take over the floor

Striking a pose
High up on her stage
Bathed in the glow
Of her personal glory
She never perspired
Lest she grow tired
Playing her role
Cold as ice in a bowl

Losing herself
In an act of delusion
She couldn't hold on to her precious illusion
It slipped through her fingers
And out of her hands
Despite her persona
And her endless demands

The house lights were out
The crowd was long gone
No more props
No more set
For emoting upon
The moment was over
For the lines she had blown
She walked off of the stage
And she went home alone.
Cynthia Thompson
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Cynthia Thompson  Massachusetts
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