CLXIX
The Paragon
ended the tape.
Everything still feels
heavy.
But she knows
it's never too late,
To swindle
on the enemy.
CLXX
The snowing stopped
this very day,
Yet the chill
still crept up her spine.
And there still comes
gifts and boquets,
For that tragedy
way past nine.
CLXXI
Has the Paragon
concluded?
Has she figured it
all out then?
Who's guilty
to be arrested?
And who was safe
in the playpen?
CLXXII
There were truths
and such alibis.
Somehow she knew
she fell for both.
Where one girl
fell to a goodbye.
Recalling her onced
promised oath.
CLXXIII
So many lies
so little time,
It can get
confusing somehow.
So little truth
so many grimes,
Dear old Mary's
excited now.
CLXXIV
The pawn storm
is thus now over.
The waiting move
gets all intense.
There's no takeback
for still anger.
It's all endgame
for this suspense.
YOU ARE READING
The Curtain Call on The Murder of Mary
PoesiaWhen one young woman heartlessly drops, who else could assemble together the shattered pieces to unriddle the story of her demise?
