Let’s Talk Celéste

Forbidden from the fruit that she unwillingly kept

Down to her sultry eyes and vivid silhouette

Her thoughts suffocated and failing to connect

In dark spaces her body secretly covet

She was much more than the silky remnants of her skin

Yet when her feet hit the line pavements

All they craved were the darkness of her sins

Fore when night came all was hollow within

As dark vultures ravished and fed away at her pain

Hallucination would then begin to creep in

Camera rolls

The music begins

The timer poles

As dark emotions unfolds

A shutter is heard from the camera lens

Silver whispers

Molded clothes

She clenches her eyes as her body becomes rigged with cold

Then it’s over

As naturally as it begun

Another sad melody

Effortlessly sung

Her soul begins to shift as she starts to feel

So she paints on the smile

Which would easily deceive

This makes them wild

As they continue to defile

She feeds them from her forbidden fruits

Then bids them goodbye

Shadowy faces with ties and striped suits

Down to their briefcases and shiny Bostonian dress shoes

She drowns in her dark poison

As she cleans her person

Then she lays her in dungeon

Bed full of broken aspirations and permanent worries

As she fights old tears

Silently begging to survive night fears

As the darkness continuously tease her

Silence closes in..

Causing her mind stir

Heart becomes steady

Her eyes become distant and still as she whispers into the heavens, “God, I’m ready.”{/i}