Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Wild eyes hands-to-cheeks mouth wide open— we know the look it's so cliché those fuckin' marauders in Hollywood stole it from the realm of authentic expression— yet there she stood as if rehearsing for a midday melodrama patiently awaiting the studio lighting, the face powder, the camera, the action... but no set crew was coming there was no show nor lines to rehearse... there was only a frozen moment in which the life she knew and the life she could not have foreseen existed at once, bound together by an over-played expression of horror.
0
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 10:28 AM UTC
Melodrama
Wild eyes hands-to-cheeks mouth wide open— we know the look it's so cliché those fuckin' marauders in Hollywood stole it from the realm of authentic expression— yet there she stood as if rehearsing for a midday melodrama patiently awaiting the studio lighting, the face powder, the camera, the action... but no set crew was coming there was no show nor lines to rehearse... there was only a frozen moment in which the life she knew and the life she could not have foreseen existed at once, bound together by an over-played expression of horror.
douglasbalmain
Written by
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 10:28 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem