Wanting to be a Diva for a Night — a poem
(They stand alone in the crowd).
Descending claustrophobic staircases — as surreal a picture as one could imagine.
With her diamond ring and sequin dress, she dressed to the max.
The atmosphere is heavy and foreboding in a smoke-filled room with hungry shark-like gazes.
The multitude has gathered.
The prelude before the words of doom is uttered — the lines they have…