"Requiem for an unimportant b-actress"

                                      
                                                         
                                      Robust city apartment studio of young flaunted Italian actress; paper-doll windowsill in rustic portrayal. Phoenix-red sun-beam fragments spread out against a scenic livelihood photograph: pensive shades drawn in morbid afternoon translucency. Middle-aged mother in hopeless coma downtown and: what is your favorite dog?
                                      Tuesday cinema village uptown; cement sidewalk heels patter along concrete avenues. Wallflower abandonment; virginal landscapes unravel before me. A crimson shadowed evening lulls momentarily in a town's commercial epicenter. Towering movie billboard advertisement: I knew her before the tragic climax; was she really that lonely? : she did it to herself through toxic neighborhood upheavals.
                                        Shakespeare In the Park foreshadowed a complacent noontime retrieval. Waiting tables: a frail anecdote to abrupt personal aftermaths. She created a deadlier sin than the first seven combined. Nocturnal bangs fluttered before a tall shapely mirror with brass rimming. Everything was it's own imitation in the end: Whatever fat-free yogurt spoons had to offer amid Broadway show-theme intervals.  Her super-fans inquired about an occasional spectacle usage: did she really need reading glasses?: no- she wore contacts amid a short-lived prime,
                                      On a pink cloud; wondrously strung out against black sofa cushioning . Everything was fluffy and silver upon decadent white loveseats in the beginning. "Warhol was great, did you know her?"- she'd ask me between rapacious gasps of drunken lasciviousness. Her neurotic episodes increased inevitably toward the epic finale. I do recall she wore a velvet garter-belt meticulously in a semi well known love scene.
                                     A friend's second-story apartment; this routine setting marked the fatal ending to the insignificant lifestyle of an unimportant b-actress,