bottle ballerina
pink of flesh and candy floss curls,
soft glossy shine. twist
and wind up, the rehearsed
spiral en pointe music box
plucking pins, soft metal
twangs and lovely loops.
oh china doll
don't fall and break
like they think
you will !
they said:
dance (so she did
soft and sweet
and the ink spirals
that they had her bleed
were like ribbons of bitter
sweetest memory on a tongue
that might have sought them
out
amongst the reeds)
and spinning on mechanisms
she felt the dwindling of control
and loss of clarity was
so clear
to her.
(26th July 2015)
YOU ARE READING
reflections in watered-down glass
Poetry"I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken." -- Lana Del Rey, Ride (...
