Mid-summer banquet

Midnight and the whispers began 

lonely voices hanging in the corner 

fake smiles plastered onto to porcelain skin

silk trimmed dresses tailored to perfection 

breast agape with fear 

small -footsteps cascade down from the stairs

red-lipped and tipped and dipped perfections 

burn holes into the maiden 

whose eyes gleam with luster 

hands dressed in lace enlaced in envy as they press their hatred for her in her hands 

casual looks at how effortlessly she approaches and embodies the night 

how she holds her smiles tight 

her teeth daunting and alluring 

she looks at you as if she could swallow you in all one bite.

her gaze leaves you feeling hazed 

her looks aren't tamed she is a wild beauty 

 her ghastly appearance hangs over you 

like your conscience.

voices follow her as she emerges 

into the banquet hall 

they pelt stares and mistrusting looks 

at her body questioning thoughts and unanswered questions 

 her presence is almost ghostly 

the ballroom quivers and shivers 

over the cold draft hang in the air 

the walls screech and shake and at every step she silents the room 

as her shoes hit the floor 

a whisper so gentle, yet so violent sharper than a knife could kill a soul 

Midnight and the whispers began 

a hush of the mouth 

a quick slip 

an innocent misspoken lie 

a daunting answer 

a misstep 

an honest mistake 

a little white lie 

and a little accident happen at night 

she felt there envy and murderous thoughts caving into her mind 

so she picks up the knife so gently caressed in her breast and pushes it into her heart 

she was already dead she thought she should come back and visit.