I died yesterday, with great remorse in a few brief moments, listening quietly, to the sounds of the collective groans, of all the people, who had been following, my ranting, and emoting.
A rather large group, thankfully, there were even a few tears, and some hankys appeared, to kleen the x's, left by their mascara.
Some expressed shock, at my early exit, just when they had, gotten to know me, and others looked away, seeing their own demise, and not liking their reflections.
It wasn't too upsetting as most other violent deaths can be, I uttered, a few last words, took a shuddering gasp clutching, the bloodstained spot just left of my breast and falling limply , to the floor, with a solid thud.
Just as suddenly I, Kicked my heels
up and down, In a stacatto of despair, and then fell still, lights out..... for another human perished.
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I plan on dying, again tonight, a little better
then last night, actually I'll be dying, for the next six weekends.
Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, and....... I've been polishing up, on my exit.
The critics felt I had promise Death becomes me, I'm working towards Changing that
smattering of applause, into a roar of flesh colliding, a stacatto of great joy.
Applause becomes me as well, God, I love the theatre, I just wish I could be cast in a role that has, a little more life.
But I'll keep on dying, and dying well, Thank you very much, cause it pays the rent and I'm dying to be an actor,