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The Boudoir

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The Boudoir

She was a pallor woman, says the mirror on the 
Wall above her bureau:  A tranquil woman too, 
Says her diary which lay near her bed on the
Floor; and a deathless woman, says the crimson
Stain upon her blouse that lay draped over a 
Chair in the corner of the room; but not one 
For sunlight, say the black velvet cloak that
Lay neatly on her bed.

She lived alone, says the empty room next to
Hers; She was barren, says the long black
Dress that was worn; money was not a problem, 
Says the antique furniture around the room; and
Her heart cold, says the silence that floats
Forever throughout the dusty bedchamber.

Something went wrong, says the lingering scent 
Of death in the room.  The faded painting -of 
Darkness on a cold winter night- on her
Wall, say her life was an immoral one; untouched
Morsels left on delicate china that sits on the 
End table, says she never felt hunger.  And her
Victims?  Never to be found or seen again-their
Bodies left lifeless on some unknown terrain.
Something went wrong, they say.


This is a dark poem in the form of  "Abandoned Farmhouse" by Ted Kooser

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