“Once more with feeling!
Once more with pass-i-on!
Once more with a bottle of vodka and a ruined batch of sleeping pills.
Pull it together. The spotlight hits tomorrow!
You’ve missed the one last year just barely. Rushing in with your neon green hair, rub-on boots and broken guitar (I looked good though).
You caught fire the moment the one in Tiffany Heights found you all alone on the set of your one man show (it was completely packed though).
It shone so close when it slammed Mr. Hatter the Batter instead on the Big Bob’s Talent Emporium in the very last round (it was so close I could smell it’s heat).
Pull it together. Pull it together. Pull. it. Together.
The mask.The wig. Pull it together.
The lines of your smile. The wrinkles of your face. Pull it together.
The marionette strings. The laces on your corset. Your damn broken drums. Your sticky electric keys.
I’m pulling! I’m pulling God Damn it!
The curtains slither out of frame.
It is the last act.
February 22, 2017
(10 minute practice for today: the theme is rhythmic)
Currently reading: Midnight Children by Salman Rushdie and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling
Notes: No I am not suicidal.
Yes, this character is.
Then again my characters always are…