XIII
"Dear boy
and who are you to say?
You sounded so clear
yet so dim."
The Paragon came
in delay,
"Who were you
to the late victim?"
XIV
He looked up
with awe and brilliance,
Like a sudden fear
on him floored.
The young man froze
on her presence,
'Twas as if
he met her before.
XV
So he ran
out of his own dread.
Out of the incident,
he fleet.
Ran home
and hid under his bed,
Yet still,
couldn't cover his feet.
XVI
He closed both his eyes
to forget,
To stop quivering
and to think.
He tried and he tried
as he sweat,
But memory popped in
and clinked.
XVII
Then he saw her
from a flashback,
When she still breathes
of lonely life.
How Mary
smells like sweet lilacs,
And how much
she delights fireflies.
XVIII
And like
the fireflies that she loves,
She only glowed
in the darkness.
Too foolish to fall
for light bulbs.
And fraud hopes
and false promises.
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?
