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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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?