the sham title board

Shit, it is all

she said in a strange and abhorrent shout

before she brusquely passed out,

as we walked, passing by the Cinema Hall.

Her rosy piebald lips were terribly tight,

her eyes wide open and taut.

Her head turned away from the title board,

her neck and hips, rigid. Our naive eyes

rapidly raked the title board: Betrayal,

the title, the only title on the title board,

glared at our eyes, minds, hearts and souls

with defining defiant arrogance.

Almost all actors and actresses on the title

board wore killing smiles; killing smiles

of actors and actresses on the title board

that recited ironic killing smiles at her home.

Betrayal

the only title beaming on the title board

which reminded her of the sham

game being played at her home.

Betrayal

by sardonic killing smiles at her home,

that transmogrified a scaring scourging scar

that left her courage and homage in crumb

and boredom, and also that reminded her

how she was used, abused, misused, and accused

leaving her a shadow of her former self;

a harassed gaggled orifice. Betrayal,

of actors and actresses of killing smiles;

Betrayal, the only title, not only on the title

board of killing smiles, but deep rooted titles

of sardonic smiles also at her home;

Cinema Hall title, its equal twin at her home.