Title: Finished Symphony.
by Madeeha from Bedfordshire | in writing, poetry
Lights. Camera. Action.
The glittery beat of Soul
shimmered against my skin
as I take my place on stage.
Looking out to the restless corpses
waiting for the heartbreak.
They undress me with their bitter stares
almost sucked in
but the overpowering screams of my fans rescue me.
Amongst the dead critics
lay my foundation
in the form of a young man and woman.
Forever smiling
beautiful.
The world's your oyster, they cried.
Breathe in, close your eyes.
And await my finished symphony.
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