an utter failure.
I hereby rescind the nonexistent offer for profession as director, which I before accepted.
I’m quite unqualified.
Fair maiden role, as well,
I retire –
and vixen, too;
creation not for me.
You and I and you and I and you and I collide. Dim the lights, Je ne regarderai pas en arrière.
Yes, all the world’s a stage and I’ve produced nothing but confusion. Slave to my own delusions and master of mendacity, ill at best and cruel at worst.
a stale sort
of scenery, rotting.
The slate clean, now,
the circus is leaving town,
without me. I’ll steal no more the show. I am slowing to a walk, a child
Convictions galore, handed over with the drama.
Molded new and humbled by hands not my own.
I’ve harmed enough.
The curtain closes.