Strings were pulled along Poe's lines.

Poe macabre fiction.

Was the imminent shower,

a reign of terror,

clouded in view

by the confusion,

having her own 

strings pulled.

Entangled in thought

who did she see,

but herself in the mirror

scratching on glass,

a reflection of life

declining, dangling

on time's comet

of comments passing.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she lived how everyone else expected...and then found she was a comet burning out, without ever really finding a self.

[andrew mitchell]

yes indeed she lived in vain on phrase until phrase was no more