#FridayFictioneers – Behind the Curtain

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The papers would all say that it was their greatest performance. One for the ages.

The cast would never forget it.

Devon locked arms with his fellow performers and bowed low. The applause was deafening. Their smiles wide. The curtain fell as they waved enthusiastically to the adoring crowd.

He was found slumped against a wall in his dressing room the next morning. A spent pill bottle on the floor. Vodka bottle clutched in a fist.

A crumpled paper lay beside the stage make-up. He had scrawled one word.

“Sorry.”

The papers reported that he showed no signs of depression.

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Can’t You Help?

When I look inside,
What do I see?
No place to hide,
Just me.

Look at me,
I am hidden.
You can't see,
The parts forbidden.

What is Real,
What is not?
How to feel,
About my thought.

Can't you see through it all,
Can't you help, lest I fall?

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