ballerina

shattered glass
battle scars

you’re not
bulletproof
i am not
bulletproof

dark circles
black eyes
dry mouth
wet eyes

cold fingers
icy blood
white lies
black mold

we drive
in this road
way too many
bumps and holes

i can feel each
the ups and downs
every movement
and my heart pounds

it’s the music
the drum beat
that rule my chest
drive my blood
dictate my dance

and i keep
spinning
rotating
around burning stars
getting constellations
new ones
drawn on my arms

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