25th of September, 2022
_ curtains
_ covering the cold
_ stage haunted by t h e
_ performers on masks, with
_ such h i g h levels of suspense
_ e v e n there’s no movement on
_ the prosenium hall, one night.
was alone awake, set full my eyes
now turning glances on the puppets
smiling at me, whispering something i
didn’t understand, so coming
closer to me. they brought me to
stage, and looked a t the e m p t y
chairs. t h e y started to a c t without
the melody and the prior knowledge of
what to act. _ )
no emotions, but the _ empty chairs
turns to l a u g h t e r and _ a p p l ause.
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she’s dead.
no one knows.
but was mistakenly seen.
somewhere on the theatre.
death trap was her sighting.
or bodies went missing while searching her.
no one knows.
she may be alive.
but she’s lost for a long time.
until her story’s no more mystery.
then, everything came to normal.
“you’ll be my Leticia from now on.”
and continued naming them.
her role as mistress, far from
what she has when she’s
alive.
dearly, my Leticia...
oh poor you,
for keeping this title under his
hands.
you now have least
reputation in the afterlife,
a well-known songbird
was thrown and replaced.
“sing for me,
your voice will be useless,
when you stop proving
yourself to me.”
behind those curtains, guarded by shadows unnoticeably seeking through seams. the puppets have no wonder what lies above the stage. strange voices came busting out anywhere, and so they’re confused with these cute treatment they have served for them.
the empty crowd was once awake at midnight, cheering everywhere. i could see the manager looking intently on me, only me, while i tried my best to have a good smile upstage.
smiling at void...
how crazy it is.
theatre show this time made her crazy, acted the same as with other puppets. with heavy makeup and fancy dress, her radiance made everyone to take a look.
does it makes them happy?
are they aware that we’re controlled?
repetitive lines of a character came across my mind until my mouth started to tone it out, now they celebrated.
this isn’t me,
but i was tied,
now, my hands bleeding,
after one blow of breathe.
this isn’t me,
but my mind’s against my body,
now, sleeping back to the darkness,
and, nowhere to fInd.
didn’t have the right to speak.
every movement was fixated
by the speculations.
no breaking the rules,
no bounds to mistakes.
this isn’t me.
