danse macabre
a silent dead
my wistful words
twirling on a thread
morbid bows
aching dips
a pang of music
from my own lips
pirouettes, no claps
stiffened formation
a stage near collapse
then—only silence
all from this cage
a sleeping ode
to my dying age
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 1:11 AM UTC
