Note: This is a poem I wrote for a college competition. The topic given was "Ripped fishnet stockings, samurai sword and rubber ducky." Very random, I know.
Ripped fishnet stockings strewn,
The site of a catastrophe
A lonely wailing beauty sat
And lived through her fantasy.
The music stopped just then.
The silence dissolved her.
She lifted her head in prayer,
Her eyes filled with tears
"What has happened?" She asked.
The sword had struck home.
Her guilt to her was atonement
Her being was virtuous, it was her own.
Being taunted isn't easy
Being belittled, even worse.
Being abused was a ritual
That followed from the first curse.
Her superiority convinced her
She could not have borne anymore.
She hated his face now
And the greyness of death it wore.
She watched a rubber ducky float
Its inane smile mirrored her's.
The tears were dry, the prayer lost
Sanity where madness had lurked.
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