Femme Fatale ?

See yourself as the femme fatale
in this story you keep reliving.
A heroine, looking for a home.
Ultimately – alone.

It’s only a role.

Great seductive charm
leading others down a slippery slope.
To where ?
To compromise all they know ?
To support and love you,
until your through ?

Everyone plays their part.

Some of them offer you
what you want – what you need.
You don’t care. You would rather watch them bleed.
Inspect them through a magnifying glass in the sun
like the insects that they are,
to keep from looking at yourself.

So predictable it’s anticlimactic.

Can one be a victim and a saint?
You are an alluring, mysterious woman.
Offering pleasure?
offering pain ?
But whose ?

I can’t really see where the story ends for you
I suspect for you it doesn’t.
I do know the silent revenge
you seek falls to nowhere,
and rains all over you on the way down.
Acid rain in the form of box office failure.

Film noir, epic tragicomedy-
given life by hot false sunshine
while you struggle to live in daylight.
A scripted soap opera reality
in a world made of celluloid
no color- only black or white.

See the video here:

Posted by The_Emotional_Orphan   @   16 June 2010

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Jun 21, 2010
9:56 am

I’ve always been fascinated by the femme fatale in noir. Love the new poem and video.

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