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A Suicide On Stage
Leonore was disliked, cast aside and ignored,
her rage increased with bizarre behavior:
why couldn't she be the eternal and idolized Queen?
And envy grew towards the more successful thespians;
her restlessness to do harm was a demon that cringed,
" It's me or nobody! " her words caused a tremor
and while the stage was about to open the curtains,
she emerged with the usual smirk they had seen!
Leonore faked sweetness lacked emotion and compassion:
all she lived for was her changeless ego so persistent,
which emphasized revenge, anger, vanity and spite;
and declaring herself the Queen of alluded beauty,
in front of an audience of disagreeable contempt:
Lenore continued to act erratically dreaming of a trophy,
or even an Oscar of glimmering gold to placate her desire...
still living in an imaginary state of strong conviction!
Her love for jewelry was indomitable: brilliant diamonds so shiny
decorated her elegant dress of shimmering silver like her crown,
and with a presence so stately and impressive, she bowed down
under neon lights but her appearance was snorted in derision;
how delusive was to befriend and audience of little sympathy
hearing hoots of laughter instead of acceptance and recognition!
Leonor went on despite the commotion rising in the agitated audience,
" I've dedicated my time to my vocation and they need an applause,
Hollywood has never seen an actress of my caliber. " she hollered;
" I put to shame Grace Kelly and Vivien Scarlett: I am more talented!"
There was a brief pause, then contemptuous scoffing and mocking
" I said I'm greater than them! I won't accept any mumbling! "
By then the theater resounded with apathy as her tension swiftly grew;
Leanor grabbed the stiletto knife concealed inside her dress made by Frew,
" With this knife going deep inside, I prove how brave I can be;
death is glory, I die an heroine on this infamous stage! Watch me! "
Copyright ©
Andrew Crisci
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