Sophia's Lot

A parallel and twisted portrait.

Sophia's Lot

her lease would be 

up in a few days,

never to be renewed again.

abridge, 

her thoughts and voice 

did begin to weaken.

as her appetite sweetened.

her money making mansion

with one hundred rooms 

that were all in use.

suddenly began to fade.

she felt like a tourist 

in her own country,

unfortunately.

she did desire to perforate 

that dreaded canvas

many times.

locked up to serve 

in her mind, 

behind those four

haunting walls,

controlled and exposed,

disgusted and appalled 

inside out.

sophia sat there disconnected 

and impaired.

she did stare 

at that nameless

self-portrait of herself 

uncertain and in despair.

in a huge gold plated 

picture frame,

that hang above a 

fine finished black marble 

head board, 

a parallel picture 

of twisted personality 

now has evolved.

and this painting 

ultimately did serve

it's purpose.

but sophia did abhor 

while the other would 

always score.

adding to this,

a faint expression 

would say:

doesn't look a thing like me 

does she? 

she began to pick and grind 

her teeth.

it is not 

picture perfect at all?

then she would claw with 

her distasteful thoughts.

just another failed effort,

at it's best... I guess?

utterly she did detest.

her bed sheets were distinct 

with several sheer satin pleats 

that completely complimented 

the fixture above her head

that called aloud for a ruby 

red substance,

it begged.

an enticing blue green,

scenery,

an aquarium dream,

sketched and stitched 

resembling a transit,

from the bottom 

of the deep blue sea.

from the corner 

of each of her victims eyes,

they did scream out 

in terror and cry 

as sophia's dark fairytale life,

comes alive.

bleeding between 

her faulty portraits lines.

many were hypnotized,

seized and compelled.

and they did certainly die

bidding farewell to their soul,

goodbye.

Author's Note

This poem is for a 10 word writing contest. Words are assigned. I am welcome to comments.

Reviews

[Crystalmuse]

Excellent! It brought to mind the locking away of wisdom, the suppression of the feminine and her ensuing rage. In astrology, the very idea of Black Moon Lilith.