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Shooting Star Fades

      Behest...A Queen awaits...The Bella of the Ball !!! Breath taking, her beauty holds a permanent stare. Foes of fans, green eye glares as jealousy volcanically erupts. She slowly goes inside herself, like a turtle retracting in his shell. So the start of the race begins. Perilous path of self-destruction tearing at her seams. Family or friends dead or far & few between. Cries of an ice storm, Chill winds of high emotions...A maelstrom, a whirlpool of spinning self-abuse. The voyagers of shallow, selfish attire look no farer from the adjunct mask she precisely paints & prepares to wear. Dirty are her shoes, a puddle of mud she stands in. Good girls are found dead, in the drowning, dark waters of fears & loneliness she treads daily in. No life preserver to rescue or save her from herself. No horizons, no dreams, no shores of sand to land on...Just to rest her weary head. The battle of her life, a sole soldier she fights. Hardly keeping the devil, liers & demons at arms length away. This would exhausted even SUPERMAN any day. Porcelain, translucent perfection...A true glamourous Queen walking down the unrolled red carpet. Unknowns shouts & cheers...push & shove just to greet & get a glimpse such a STAR. A crowd of growing chaos, the beginning of mayhem horror.Blinding bright lights, & bulbs breaking for massive media footage. Practice pose, factitious is her smile that spreads, factitious are her words that lead. Her underlining mask of composure is starting to crack...Unlocking her personal Pandora box of hidden things. A curtain of gloom never wished to be unveiled. Her film of unwinding reality of dreary & bleak. Shadows casting overwhelming melancholy depressing & sumbering even in a slumber of troubled sleep. A wanting of nothing more than a comfort of blackness, as only soundless death can bring. The world around her narrows to a pin prick & suddenly LIGHTS OUT !!! Days are long & nights are longer as boredom builds concrete fortress of solid walls. Crossing the threshold of twisted hallways hangs past failures....Forever imprinted in mind. A sole-survivor, the caption of her shipwrecked life she lives. A castaway, a prisoner bastille on an island of isolation. Lying to oneself, a time bomb ready to explode. An infectious disease tortured by confining & burying all her sorrows, wants, sadness & fears. Laced tightly with suffocating despair. The unraveling one, the mindless one, the shattered one. Sirens loudly a painful, agony of screams...Coming undone !!! Suicide dreams of shining stars illuminating, gleaming razors sharp beams. Patiently she awaits for the traject of night. Slowly dusk of twilight, skies moving forward as impenetrable blackness enshrouds & swallows whole the light of day. Completing her final stage of demise...ONE can almost imagine her swaying silhouette, exclusively dancing with the man on the moon...Diminishing enroute her flight To The Dark Side Of The Moon. A memory is held always for "The Bella Of The Ball."
Written by Chere-Rene13 (Chere R Sarver)
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Author's Note
My empathy always looks behind someones mask that they present at life's party as all of us at sometime or another.experienced. Being the misunderstood or underdog...giving an listening ear, kindness & supportive words of love...Cause were all equally & needed to be wanted without the loneliness & sadness that our journey can bring !!!
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