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Act III

door killea

Act III

The audience is tied to their velvet seats
none can leave as the drama unfolds
before their fearful senses of recognition,
she removes a laddered black stocking
tears at it, redefining it, a soft rendition
is heard, a humming of a sinful tune,
hooks her finger into the silk, rolls it up
to wear like a lascivious glove of doom
black teary stripes appear from under
moth-mask, slowly, resolute over her skin
lines on her face, ever downward, and she,
smiles nonetheless, until they reach her chin,
along her neck, over her half-bared breasts,
a perfect pattern, joining in the crevasse
she moves in an elegant, forlorn dance
her song, a curtain call, to test her guests
who cry, it was a lie or truth, a revelation
she flees the ugly written scene
to a standing ovation.

feedback van andere lezers

• ivo
  wat een mooi beeld june, knap hoor, het is net of ik je daar zag staan ;) mooi
  killea: many thanks Ivo
• Vardar
  heerlijk om te lezen.... een schilderij gevangen in enkele woorden, een leven in een kader getekend... zo mooi
  killea: appreciate your great feedback, thank you
• andremoortgat
  Zeer gevoelig deze regels
  Knap
  killea: thank you Andre

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