Shadows on Velvet

An alley acquiescence leads to hell
with just one hit. He calls to claim her soul
and claws to claim her glitter. Just as well,
she sells her gilded future as it falls
apart like shattered glass in sparkling wine
Where did the shadows go?  Pulled back like ropes
At paparazzi rallies where the lines
have fallen, fallen like the stars and hopes
of yesteryear still stain like cheap merlot.
She goes to him, the velvet in his voice
like thunder in her ears. She has to go
but does not want it. Life has robbed her choice,
or did she do that to herself? The death
she cannot flee still steals away her breath.