Dancing as if there were no gravity
flying, twirling
beautifully and elegant
smooth and gentle tiny steps
moving through time and space
free like an inspiring little bird.
Dancing as if there were no tomorrow
as if time stood still
listening to the pace of the music.
This delicate gracile dancer
dies the black swan
stepping on a land mine
that'll blast her away any second
and drown her in blood
and screams
and pieces of her own flesh
and time will stand still
and nobody will move
and no life will exist
and the land mines are there
where her tiny pretty foot
is stepping
now.
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