CANDLE LIT

CANDLE LIT

 

Late night,

Dinner party finally over,

Guests, family, friends.

 

Fallen snow.

Chauffeurs holding up,

Walking with,

Helping in their masters.

House staff, pushing to get everybody out

With all of their things,

If not leaving,

Helping them settle in for the night.

In the commotion

Three bottles of wine smuggled up

Into room, door behind locked.

 

Young princess drunk saying to cousin;

 

“Oh this fireplace is too warm,

I always tell Louie to make a small fire,

I don’t want to lie sweating away in bed.”

 

Cousin turning,

Pushing her against door.

Face to face.

Alcohol on breath.

Moment of silence.

Bottles dropped onto lush carpet.

 

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