I'm clinging for the meaning of the silence around me
as it dances around the corridor of my mind in a ballroom manner,
one step forward, two steps back.

I cannot hear the heels of her feet touch the ground.

When I begin to catch the pace of her waltz
she merely speeds up, skipping one, two, one two.

My mind says to let her dance, to let her take her time
in spreading her poison throughout each of my veins
so that she will encompass me soon
and I will feel
alone.

But my heart tells me to stop her, to push her down
and force her into a corner, strip her of her mask
and unravel her mystery
all around
me.

So now I am stuck listening to her soundless music
as she carefully covers each panel of my life
growing like a cancer but dancing ever so
elegantly that one could be forced to say
my, what
b e a u t y