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Her best friend tells a reporter
Of the suicide threats, and the
Pez dispenser full of Zanex, like
A husband's confession to a
Priest, of his adulteress wife, trying
To gain back some of the spotlight.
She remembers missing buttons
from
Her blouse, but she contemplates
If they were removed by force,
Or by placated lust. The room
Looked so different with someone
So famous.
The pillows were more inviting,
The air smelled cleaner,
The lights were brighter.
She felt uneasy but special.
Like the time Daddy came home
From work 15 minutes early to
Watch the last inning of her softball
Game. She struck out.
Conscious thoughts drift in
and out of her
Head, like a boxer in the 12th
Round title match. She pauses
Her breath to inspire any
Reminiscent feelings of passion or
Discretion.
Openness, turned to a
Dark page in the history book of
A lifetime. The index only lists
The names of her past, now
Including the infamy and speculation.
Her name hidden to protect the
Innocent, his name plastered on
The billboard of the worlds media
Funnel.
She remembers picking up her
Clothes, leaving in disgust, or
Guilt! And upon calling that
Best friend of hers, she tells
Her that everything will be
Okay. In a stunning response,
It was Kobe, from LA.
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