Midnight

She is locked away in her room,
staring at the cold orb in the black sky,
outlined by a perfect halo.
The orb illuminates her,
a spotlight.
She is the lead role tonight.
Her makeup smeared,
hair dishiveled,
clothes stained with rust colored fluid.

She takes a drag from her cigarette,
and the crowd silences,
she is ready to speak.
Clearing her throat,
breaking the fourth wall,
her line well rehearsed,
after so many midnights of practicing.

"Goodbye."

The audience on the other line is calling to her---
collapsing into hysterics!
But the line on her end,
has went dead.