one to tango
hand me down dress
polka dots wait to rot
blood stains like her lips
a cracked tile
open mouth smile.
dead yellow sun,
killed by the music.
blinding and sleepy.
feet quickly darting
in shuffle tango steps
foot sound touching ground
morse code to the music ghosts.
left - right, left - right.
an unknown disclosure from the hosts.
echoed steps like children laughing.
ghosts girls playing jump rope and hop scotch.
coming closer making rounds,
fiercely dancing alone,
a wind up toy
in and out of force fields,
silenced by the tango
as porcelin shatters,
petals scatter like broken angel wings
slaughtered by the ghosts
no remorse,
but they let her dance
-By me, a long, long time ago. Revised by me again, just now.
