CIX
Her eyebrows
perfectly pencilled,
Fully curved
with her attitude,
And though her eyes
were emerald,
It frighteningly turned
dark-hued.
CX
Face covered
with powder and paint,
Her glimmering lips
moved so sly,
A smile of a soul
that's unchained,
An overpriced
smile of a lie.
CXI
The girl had
fixed eyes that's so slick,
Charisma
with a golden spine,
Rich courage
and affluent tricks
Whose power's a snap
and a sign.
CXII
As always,
the rich can sure buy,
Everything
the world could show.
So all the truth
you can defy,
And deny
everything you know.
CXIII
The Paragon
understood well
The prices
that are to be paid
But could she knock
into her shell
And breach her out
of her crusade?
CXIV
An attribute
born of foursquare,
What she wants
she can always take.
So this girl,
sitting on this chair,
Seems to be
too costly to break.
YOU ARE READING
The Curtain Call on The Murder of Mary
PoetryWhen one young woman heartlessly drops, who else could assemble together the shattered pieces to unriddle the story of her demise?
