Mid-summer banquet
Midnight and the whispers began
lonely voices hanging in the corner
fake smiles plastered onto to porcelain skin
silk trimmed dresses tailored to perfection
breast agape with fear
small -footsteps cascade down from the stairs
red-lipped and tipped and dipped perfections
burn holes into the maiden
whose eyes gleam with luster
hands dressed in lace enlaced in envy as they press their hatred for her in her hands
casual looks at how effortlessly she approaches and embodies the night
how she holds her smiles tight
her teeth daunting and alluring
she looks at you as if she could swallow you in all one bite.
her gaze leaves you feeling hazed
her looks aren't tamed she is a wild beauty
her ghastly appearance hangs over you
like your conscience.
voices follow her as she emerges
into the banquet hall
they pelt stares and mistrusting looks
at her body questioning thoughts and unanswered questions
her presence is almost ghostly
the ballroom quivers and shivers
over the cold draft hang in the air
the walls screech and shake and at every step she silents the room
as her shoes hit the floor
a whisper so gentle, yet so violent sharper than a knife could kill a soul
Midnight and the whispers began
a hush of the mouth
a quick slip
an innocent misspoken lie
a daunting answer
a misstep
an honest mistake
a little white lie
and a little accident happen at night
she felt there envy and murderous thoughts caving into her mind
so she picks up the knife so gently caressed in her breast and pushes it into her heart
she was already dead she thought she should come back and visit.