CXXI
PARAGON:
"Just a few questions
if I may,
There's no time
to kiss cheek to cheek.
Everything counts
with what you'll say,
This will certainly just
be quick."
CXXII
But Amber rose
from that hot seat.
She's sure enough
not to sit still.
This is
no place for an elite,
And she will certainly
not shrill.
CXXIII
AMBER:
"You and I know
how this will end.
You and I know
I'm not foolish.
You and I know
I will not bend,
For someone long gone
and vanished."
CXXIV
AMBER:
"So you can cross me
off that list,
There's one person
you can speak to,
And because
you truly insist,
My lawyer
can entertain you."
CXXV
And that ill girl
walks out the door,
Click and clack
goes her stilettos.
Left,
was the scent of her Dior,
As her
ramp of triumph echoes.
CXXVI
Was that
a mist of concealment?
What would she hide
in secrecy?
Maybe
that dearly-won moment,
Was then the smell
of victory.
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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?
