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.

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