Box of Voices

Holographic sequins
Tingles and salutes
My stage
Tinted with blush
Her alluring voice
Trapped
Under that treacherous world
Of chuckling cacophonies.

Inside
She plays an octave,
An octave that blisses
And hisses
For her journey of wishing stars.

Desperate,
Ignored,
Forced
Just like an innocent girl,
Hanging from a cliff.