I'm dancing around artillery shells
Metal and mud fly all around,
Not like the movies, but like war,
There are only warriors here,
I'm all in shiny colors and
Where my slippers touch the grass,
Everything is golden.
I stand on my very tip-toes
Leap forward, always forward
Behind me chains slip closer.
I'm so high and mighty
You can't touch me up here
My chest swells, bursting from my skin,
I become light with dancing feet
I glow brightly; they catch me, snakes in the grass.
I trip up and the colors drip from my mouth
From the cuts in my skin as the chains creep up my body.
they break my legs no more walks force themselves inside me no more
babies have to adopt they rip me apart grab onto my lungs wrap
around my chest and pull tighter tighter no more breasts
not important slip around my arms hold me love me
break my fingers shards of bird bone no more art no
more stories pull me down into water too deep
lukewarm can't feel can't move eyes sting
can't sleep too tired don't eat starve