Waltz
We dance in circles -
imagined ballrooms where once
I was crimson chiffon;
a swirl of dark petals.
Watch as he leads -
flower on the breeze.
Watch me dipped low
as though to be christened;
to be drowned and
born a new.
The cat with the mouse in its mouth is just passing through. Past the mourners, veiled and shuffling through a rhythm only known in grief. ...
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