Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen Poet Dramatic Monologue

Self Help

I heard loud screams coming from a quaint 
decapitated building as I approached
the entrance way I could see the image 
of a woman standing near the window 

there were others screaming also 
I hurried inside only to be overcome 
by thick black smoke the woman continued 
calling to me as I made it pass the chard door 
as two men laid in the hallway the woman wailed
 
I tried desperately to save her apon entering
her apartment filled with flames her hair melted 
to her face her slippers melted to the tarry linoleum 
I panicked at this horrid sight this woman still alive
 
reaching for me with one hand the other hand 
was melting against the vinyl drapes 
my mind wondered how to save this dying woman 
her nylons began to ignite her legs and apron string
 
I was clearly distraught as sirens could be heard
from a distance away the woman reached out again 
as I reached for her hand oddly she was wearing  
my ring given to me by my grandmother years ago
 
I glanced in the mirror of this woman's suffering
there was so much smoke i could hardly see 
but to my surprise this dying woman was me

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