Ticket into a dancing show,
And your wore your stilletos high,
Not as much a lioness,
But a crystal tiger with a glaring eye
Haunting, pulling.
The people laughed
And you heard not a thing.
Underneath lengths,
A hidden wasp sting.
Your friend grabbed onto your hand saying?
Dragging, stilling,
It is as bitter as a punch to the very core,
Yet as though coated in sugar .
Your raised palms lift to your head,
Heart clenching,
You are to the beat
And float
Your defence dagger beneath
our trouble; heartless hope.
A knife
And one by one, your foot, forward, swings.
And you said your ears opened
Heard a dragging shout beneath.
But a whispering stranger listens
And in you stems belief.
‘Here clenched flowers open in fall.
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