this bruised ballerina forgot how to dance.
her lithe body a marionette
artfully conducted by threads in her back
at the nimble fingertips of some perverse desolation
she moves mechanically
to its twisted touch.
she is told to somehow turn scars to flight --
mend wounded wings
and glide, carelessly soar
through painted skies and fairy clouds
sweet as a songbird's melody
reborn, a fresh starling
(listen: she weakly sings)
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
this bruised ballerina forgot how to dance.
her lithe body a marionette
artfully conducted by threads in her back
at the nimble fingertips of some perverse desolation
she moves mechanically
to its twisted touch.
she is told to somehow turn scars to flight --
mend wounded wings
and glide, carelessly soar
through painted skies and fairy clouds
sweet as a songbird's melody
reborn, a fresh starling
(listen: she weakly sings)
