CCXI
JOHN JAMES:
"The only last plea
that I have,
Is for your heart
to listen.
'Twas true,
all we had, all the love,
Before the pieces
were broken."
CCXII
MARY/PARAGON:
"Silence where you stand
dear young man,
John James,
I no longer need that.
I'm not the same girl
you outran.
I'm here
because of tit for tat."
CCXIII
MARY/PARAGON:
"Your pieces of trust
can't be patched.
I loved you
but what have I gained?
I should have known
it wouldn't last.
Today,
only disgust remained."
CCXIV
MARY/PARAGON:
"I'm no longer that girl
who cries.
Save your speech
and your poetry.
No longer shall I believe
lies,
For that was
dear old dead Mary."
CCXV
MARY/PARAGON:
"Now you know
I am no angel.
I'm quite proud
of what I've become.
I certainly
played it quite well.
I was
a little late blossom."
CCXVI
MARY/PARAGON:
"Smile and bow
for the curtain call.
Theatre's closing,
it's all late."
Mary glared at them,
standing tall,
And spoke one final word,
"Checkmate."
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YOU ARE READING
The Curtain Call on The Murder of Mary
PoesíaWhen one young woman heartlessly drops, who else could assemble together the shattered pieces to unriddle the story of her demise?
