Last Soliloquy
I stand solitary on the stage
devoid of any set or fancy façade
only the Cabernet colored curtains
I used to stroke to alleviate my anxiety
soothed by the feeling under my fingers
of the smooth texture of the velvet
The varnished boards beneath my feet
creak as I peer out over the empty seats
the last rows below the balcony
swallowed by shadows
the sound of my voice echoing
off the old plaster walls of the auditorium
torn down a decade ago to build a McDonald’s
for culture can’t satisfy starving stomachs
I deliver my last soliloquy
recalling every line from memory
after all these years
The sound of the final syllable fades
followed by silence
sinking its serrated teeth into my psyche
like Nosferatu draining my dreams
of what little lifeblood remains before I wake
but it’s better than boos
Copyright © Angela Douglas | Year Posted 2022
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