we dance in solitude,
for the fear of the flames,
the impending doom of the fall.
the f
a
l
l ...
the breakdown of a beauty so precarious,
so pretentious,
so self-conscious,
so very, entirely breakable that you can look,
&you can snap every one, every inch of her bones.
[&she moves slowly,
turns in a 90, a 180, a 360.
counts in a feverish pitch,
&says, "this cheer's for you, my darling..."]
..."this one's for you."
Author notes
I was listening to:
Helena by: MCR
Every Me, Every You by: Placebo.
This was interesting.
&wedancetothebeatofourdeath.
Comments
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This has such great imagery, I love it.
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I love this.
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