The Sway of a Suicide Dancer

Here, I've tried to capture the confusion in this person's dream - the distorted realities of dreaming, caught up in a dance of whether to live or die (to wake or slumber).

The Sway of a Suicide Dancer

Erin L George

 

It’s a b***h where distortions are restricted
on the tongue of pathological ponderings -
where opponents must tackle gulf tidings
and mystery clouds lofty atmospheres.

But that’s the dance of suicide.

Penalties to be paid, she wears zebra stripes
accompaniment to cotton candy preferences
where accidents collide with censure declaimed
ornately, on a dandy stage, it¹s a b***h.

Alas, the sway of homicide.

His face is smudged in night walks distract
netted on a twelve-pack snuffled in like powder
where distinction meets a b***h in the grasp
distortions restricted keep frozen.

Would you care to tango?