seven
I’m ready
it’s time to dance
spinning my soul open
stepping off the world
onto the floor
my face is caked
redder lips
deeper eyes
smooth and smelling
of paint
and magic
at the edge
I almost see the crowd
dull shouts
reaching hands
thickening the air
until I can fly
I’m ready
it’s time to dance
spinning my soul open
stepping off the world
onto the floor
my face is caked
redder lips
deeper eyes
smooth and smelling
of paint
and magic
at the edge
I almost see the crowd
dull shouts
reaching hands
thickening the air
until I can fly