By: Kiara S. Themes
She stood there in an 18th century dress
A MASK representing the recondite secret she possessed.
The eloquent beauty displayed by her attire contradicted how
she seethe the sight of her soon to be ex lover.
She strolled across the ballroom in a somnambulated state
As if she lost touch with reality himself.
Where in all actuality she was starring him in the face.
He was her oppressor.
She amputed his every move with her eyes.
She was in denial
This gave her this sordid feeling against reality.
A feeling deeper than the Corinth canal.
Lost regrets and broken promises
With this now her world was emotionless
No sardonic speech or raillery seemed to upset or amuse her
And for a succinct moment she felt as she serpentine in a bottomless pit of his so called
Or was it hate
Her torn thoughts turned into morbid confusion
This is because she knew that in the position of his lover she will never be a sinecure queen
She didn’t have the stamina nor the longevity to stay with him
She had to leave him
Something was about to transpire as her heartbeat became sporadic
She is about to be the solver of her gargantuan scenario
In her head a dark requiem played as she walked out to the balcony of the ballroom
Went to the edge and fell off
Her last words were
“Goodbye reality the king of my torment you have reached your regicide”.