Crimson drops fall upon the stark tile
life exits the lonely shell
Flowing into small pools the form around her satin covered toes
she collapses into a silent heap
she feels no more
she is gone
silent and free

Mother talks a blue streak to the help
opens the door
she sees the mess and wonders to herself
What will the neighbors think?
and
How could she do this to me, I just redecorated?
What will the people at the club say if they found out?

The perfect image is shattered

Two snaps and the problem is taken care of
Out of sight
Has always been out of mind
No one worries for no one will ever tell

Father agrees
What will the neighbors think?
Surely there will be talk.
can his darling feign sadness and grief for the show?

The school hears
no one knows her
no one really cares
wasn't anyone really that important
just a face among many
life goes on
without her
another day come and gone