Oh what dance partners you are,
a delicate work of pain.
Once pristine, now distressed,
an entanglement of wordless feelings.
Hollow howls corrupt the corridors of my lungs,
an anthem familiar to a few.
Slaves to the sun, slaves to the moon.
My nightmares riddled. My breathing shallow.
I feel like I’m drowning,
and my heart is the sea.
Depleting me to nothing but my pointe shoes.
Not So Simple 