Her Fifteen Minutes of Fame

a woman experiences her first fifteen minutes of fame

It was her fifteen minutes of fame,

a prostitute with no shame,

inside the large interrogation room

she would groom,

acceptance would bloom,

she adjusted her wig,

and applied another coat of make-up,

spat out her gum in a Styrofoam cup,

using a small mirror,

she batted her eyes,

she was a witness,

but she was full of lies,

in reality, the truth would commit suicide,

as the detective walked inside,

he knew she was a cheap trick,

as she applied a fresh coat of lip stick,

but she was the only witness,

without her, his case was dead,

as visions of lights and cameras

danced through her head,

her smile was very thin,

the detective’s face creased into an evil grin,

as he slammed an open palm

hard against the metal door,

it broke her calm,

as she jumped from her seat,

crawled under the table on all fours,

and that’s where fantasy and reality would meet.

Reviews

[Miss Coral]

Really interesting piece- love the rhyme scheme and description. Well done.

-Coral-

[Linear]

And thats where it just got interesting. enjoyed thank you

[AliceSon13]

Deep.