Covered in stitches,
and wrapped in tattered silk,
Broken and rotting,
Behind the scenes of the play.

Forgotten.

Within the confines of shadows,
She watched the others act out,
A few scenes, a few tragedies,
And another romantic bout.

She sees him with a woman,
Frail and a lady for a man to love,
She felt her heart constrict,
She wasn't ready to see him
with another in his arms.

"Love me like you did before,"
The woman said with a sigh.

"Give me all you have and more,"
He whispered back in the night.

In the shadows, she waited,
Till the scene ended and changed,
And as soon as the lady came back,
She cut the thread of essence
(and had her replaced)

The lights came about,
And the man appeared,
With her as his new lady,
But with a price to pay,
She was just for play.

Labels: open poetry