Dancing With The Witch.A Poem by Chelsea.Words are overflowing No sense upon them I’m not a writer Just a sinner who enjoys the pen’s dance Up and down Round and clear Black ink on my fingers
It feels different When I write Not the bubbly sunshine Sleeping beauty in a casket The witch now thrives
She takes my hand And starts to dance No pattern or rhythm I step on her toes She doesn’t scream She smiles and takes the lead
She starts to guide me To the fountain With roses dashed all around She comes closer Should I kiss her? She doesn’t make a move
I open my eyes She’s staring back Rubs her hand on my throat Twists “No stop!”, I shout Not this dance Let’s dance salsa or tango
Don’t take the lead We’ve been down this road before
There is no escape I write again About death About bereavement © 2021 Chelsea. |
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