by Jessica J. Reynolds

Created on: April 28, 2008

"Fallen Ballerina"

Long black hair,
Unbrushed girl curls in knots...

Tattered jeans she scraped with
Rocks until they barely existed at all...
The white t-shirt cut into a halter top,
Tight against the steppes of her dancers body.

An unholy cross tries to bust through the seams
As it dangles from her belly bottom.
She is heavy with sharp perverse jewelry.
It covers her hands and ears and face.

In her voice you hear the pain and passion
Resonate and
Recede,
Like western waves grinding mossy stones...
Teeth chewing teeth,
Breathing nothing into words.

A dark beauty, with the voice of a bloodhound.
Gypsy lady with fire on her breathe,
Smokey tendrils dag your face
And you flinch.
Just a sigh of foreign language...
Hans Sachs on crack with nodes.

She has fallen from her stage
And is entangled in the springs of HasBeenDome.

So don't request the words of this
Ragged Giselle in rehab.
Her words lay only in the scarred feet of fervor
And her eyes that have learned to deflect light.

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