The auction stood proud,
With her- on top of the beautifully lit stage,
Long enough for her to parade her pride,
All the pieces of herself that she bought in the limelight.
She stood in the stage light-
The warm hues glowing her hair blue,
She presented the selected piece:
Exactly three if you counted it.
There was a smile,
Somewhere out there in her mirth
But far too gone to figure
For all the bidders-
Sitting on white linen chairs.
She looked up with a twinkle in her eye
For the man she has praised,
All her life.
She put out first piece of herself,
Hoping he would buy-
And presented; a little worried,
For that appreciation she never received.
With one piece less to give,
She looked around
For that one person she needs,
With one look and a soft smile,
She presented herself brazen
For that one touch,
One kiss- enough for her life.
But it was taken,
An option she wasn't given.
When she stood there
With the knowledge that nobody cared-
She had few more pieces,
Before she would be discarded,
Like the sisters she would soon meet
Living in the abyss,
After selling pieces after piece.
There left one last remaining piece,
The one etched with her humanity;
The kinder soul that she used to be.
She looked around,
At the vast audience seated accordingly
And put up her pride,
For the kind gestures
And the love she might receive.
The bidding escalated,
Real quickly-
From a tip of the hat,
To the verses of poetry,
Some tried the sweet nothings-
Some went for praises of beauty.
Vows after vows presented
But nothing felt right at the moment,
Her pride stood rigid,
With all the love in her heart
Not enough to be bid at humanly prices.
They bid her smile, they bid her touch,
But one she willingly couldn't give,
Stood with her.
She smirked at the shocked faces in front
With only one piece of herself
But enough to feel her life,
She twirled in her beautiful dress; white
And ran off to her after life.
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Twenty Two!
PoetryA collection of light and dark themed self musings that won't dissapoint you. Enjoy!
