Behind the glass, I wear my crown,
frozen twirls in plastic grace.
Blue lips smile as I spin around,
with glittery flakes upon my face.
They twist the key to make me spin,
my dance begins, then fades to slow.
A hollow waltz I float within,
beneath the pale and falling snow.
A vinyl tune begins to play,
a haunted hum that chills the bone.
Its notes drift through a world of gray,
unheard by hearts long turned to stone.
I waltz beneath a shattered moon,
each step a dream that’s slipped away.
A brittle dance to a broken tune,
with memories that never stay.
I wear my fate like silk and lace,
where loneliness and ache entwine.
A hollow smile on a porcelain face,
my ballgown trapped in frozen time.
Sadness lingers, soft and bold,
in silence where no stars explode.
A tragedy spun in winter’s cold;
a girl trapped in a ******* snow globe.