And I watched her go,
go,
and go…
Jumps, twirls; but
a Pinocchio
fairy
tale.
There was no
fairy tale. There is NO FAIRY TALE,
she bawled when,
Tchaikovsky choked
on cue
she broke
outside
her
chimera
only
to
be hemmed inside
a light,
rose scattered
hole
in the ice.
I pray she drowns, I
scream for lions, but no lions
growl.
I haven’t been outside
in while,
it’s all
ballerinas
and lies.
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- On Life's freeway: Winner takes most! by Lilian of Tilburg.
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Comments
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HI, very nice and unusual write here... if on life's highway... and yet not been outside for a while...

THANKS for the entry
Lilian


