Empress from dusk to dawn

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She is - 
today -  
a still log- tethered to savour,
eyelids treasure – those tears, from severed memories,
of the penny gush ‘bout this lavish city. 
The girl she knew - insignificant, grovelling at feet;
now measures her worth, with her visitor’s count.
The night is sore somewhere here;
beholds tears from rotten carcass -
Early scavengers undressed and caressed,
she now mourns her breathing death.
Her reflection denies a dream the iris still holds;
Past had it –
a nightmare; her altered, ruined reverie,
She refuses to close her eyes, but to hide dew
from the last fun-filled ruthless night,
where glossy lips seduced and the heart within cursed few.


For mindlovemisery menagerie's wordle#150 and poem sketch at IGWRT:
Words used (penny gush, lavish, girl, iris, mutable (here, altered), grovel, insignificant, count, reflection)

Comments

  1. So beautifully told sad saga....sigh!

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  2. First welcome to MLMM what a privileged to have you and I mean that. Wow what you have presented me with is absolutely outstanding.

    You've literally blown me away, so much emotion in this piece, so much pain I can't even quote one line because every line is brilliant and perfectly placed.

    Yves

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    1. That's way more than what I expected, Yves! so kind and nice of you; simply made my day with this comment!

      thanks a ton! :) <3

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  3. The turn that really expressed the pain first for me was

    The girl she knew - insignificant, grovelling at feet;
    now measures her worth, with her visitor’s count.

    Made me think of prostitution and what it does to a soul...

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  4. She refuses to close her eyes, but to hide dew
    from the last fun-filled ruthless night,
    where glossy lips seduced and the heart within cursed few.

    An unexpected reaction can be most discouraging. But there are always openings with a loved one!

    Hank

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  5. Words permeated with sadness and despair. Touching.

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