"How sad it is," they whisper,
"Her fall was spectacular."
She listens without hearing,
and watches without seeing.
"She could have been a star,
but she sold her soul for sin."
She dances without caring,
and sings without pleasure.
"What a pity she lost her way,"
The whispers turn to sorrow.
She speaks without a voice,
and she cries without tears.
"We tried to make her see,
but she just wouldn't conform."
She holds no hope in her heart,
and she dreams of nothing.
"Such a silly girl, her poor mother,
must burn with shame."
She is cool, souless perfection,
and she has no mercy for the weak.
"Look at those sinful eyes,
keep your children away from her."
She blinks, and smiles wickedly,
as she sways away, into the gathering dark.
A contest entry
- Just Pay It Forward!! by The Dork Knight.
700 points, ended July 15, 5 entries
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