Shall We Dance?
Come eventide I dance alone
at my estate on marbled stone
the boney waltz
Come join me where
this place of glass won't break
unless I tell it to...
I know it's new to you
Relax,
I'll sprinkle diamonds in your hair
and wear a scarlet velvet train that trails
behind my mortuary feet
and sweetly touch you on your cheek
I'll sing soprano
down your throat and force
strawberry flavors up your nose
And when the reaper comes
we'll strike a frozen pose
so he will think us dead
and go back home
poem by Sara Fielder
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