Starlet

Withdrawing from her private room

Jaws are dropped

A few silent whispers pervade through the room

Starlet of the golden evening 

Dress drawn swiftly behind

Her grieving eyes were in immaculate shape with every eyelash in it's place

She didn't use blush for her cheeks were already flushed

Faultlessly her hair was pinned back

Hands are softly taken into strangers

In an exchange for a story

But we weren't there to envision the woman of the golden hour

We were there for her lamented child

Who lay there on fresh silk imbedded dreams