The Performer
There she stands, in the spotlight, Blood drips from her dazzling grin. Her youth, stripped away so swiftly, To fulfill her cravings for him. There she stands, heaving breaths, Eyes searching his face for a sign— Everything, anything, nothing at all; Solely the shadows of his lies. There she stands: the performer, Desperately reaching for his grace A fated mirage—he promised her once That she was the one who held his gaze. When the lights have dimmed And the party fades, He will leave the marble floor empty. His adorations spared for another— One brighter, better, younger. He wouldn’t dare watch her leave. He never had cared to remember The performer’s faux legacy.