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She danced in glass slippers Covered in jewel dust Her eyes sparkled In random patterns of confusion As if holding something in her arms So precious For fear of crushing it to bits She was afraid to touch The float of her gown Attracted such stares A room full of suitors grew seasick When she turned to cast a glance Her iceberg eyes gashed you Below the beltline The sinking feeling Was blood leaving your legs, Leaving your head Misstep with her And you're dead She hovered as she covered the room And all else knew too well She was fire in a cloud of gasoline The gloves that sparkled Of shattered hearts and dreams Would hold out a quest For a gentleman's kiss While the other Would daintily tear into your soul Like a butcher knife in Vaseline They admired her from afar So proper not to dance too close To sample the wake of sweetness That followed And give themselves an overdose Of glitter But she moved with poetry Of a dark comic whit The joke wasn't funny To the subject of it They knew she'd never ever beat A patter to their pitter The stranger had an air Of a millpond of doom Deep and black Hiding under a safety blanket of hair He entered the room When the song of glassy tap, tap Pitched harder and higher "Pleased to meet you, I am..." Like the rub of wet crystal While holding the stem She held out her hand to him Briefly sneezing on diamond dust He gently grasped it Twinkling with the delight Of finding buried treasure But he danced a little too close Unlike most The press of her hand pulled out a rib And reached around with the other "This may hurt just a bit" His heart replaced with shards The stranger crashed Face down, hard And the crowd stood in a circle Of guilty silence As the songs played again and again The innocent beauty The brighter her gloves Than they had ever beenOctober 31, 9:37 am
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