Strange Queen

 -Written after: The Postal Service[Give Up]'The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

And she stands

at the threshold of

the room.

A room

waiting for

her.

The young woman

now looks visibly

unrecognizable.

Her makeup, usually

movie scene ready is 

clearly in distress.

Resemblance of

a smoke eye

is still there,

almost like it was

attempted, but

was given up on parts of the way

now leaves a raccoon or

a panda look

around her eyes.

Looking closer

you start second guessing

if this is really makeup

or if it's the 

lack of sleep

you're seeing.

Stains from mascara

streams from both eyes

causing streeks down

both cheeks

that are usually

a jolly pink tent.

Her sorrows

are amplified 

without a smile on her face.

Lips that are usually 

a red wine color

crescent moon full of joy

usually beaming 

with a 

radiant smile

stretched ear to ear

are now a dual

mute pink, a dead straight line

cracked from dehydration & 

showing visual signs 

of biting, trying to remove

dead skin.

Brown dotes on the lips

indicate dry blood marks

healing where peeling went too far.

She looks more like a

tormented soul,

a version of herself that if you had seen, you'd wish to unsee.

She stands halfway

in the doorway,

halfway out

as if trying to make up

her mind

weather of not to enter.

Her eyes are looking

around the room

almost as if hoping

they don't pick up

on her dismay.

A slight eye contact is made &

she smiles

pushing her decision

to step foot &

go into the room.

The room is silent.

The Atmosphere 

has the temper of a child

that just got scolded & 

isn't trying to

set off the parental onlookers,

all the while trying to be unseen.

Yet the atmosphere still holds 

the same temperament as a child

who's made up its mind to do something there isn't turning back from.

Fully in the room

she breaks the silence &

on her demand

the room's volume

changes to fit

the sound of her voice.

Still as raw & adventurous,

still hers

despite her current appearance.

"Let's get those fools. 

They'll be down on their 

knees groveling at our feet after 

they realize they messed with the wrong chosen family. 

They won't know what's hit them. 

They'll never make the same mistake again."

She used to be

so beautiful.

Her body,

it's curves,

what she wore on it.

Her face,

it's blemishless fantastic-ness ,

how she had it made up & close-up ready.

That's what held her beauty.

Now her voice...

how her voice carries,

how the walls surrounding protect & holds

the echos of her voice's musicality.

Her voice

Holds all of

the beauty now.