Danse Macabre

I can see your skeleton

Dancing wihout skin

Sickly thin but opened up

For anyone’s heart to wander in.

Peace of mind unveiled

Aware and mostly dead

But twirling in your skirt,

Dreaming as you exhale.

Free as dissipation,

Flatenned lungs kissing

Last breaths to beating hearts

Pumping through the intermission.

Roses thrown in jest

Cutting naked flesh,

Smile half-knowingly

Hand to your breast.

Curtsy as you walk

Ignoring all the talk,

Blending in uncomfortably

Till it’s time to dance again.

Pale as brittle bones,

Stepping with your toes,

Peeking through the blinds

To see what life you’re in.

 

 

2 thoughts on “Danse Macabre

  1. I confess, there are a few lines here that feel as though they describe me: Aware and mostly dead

    Dreaming as you exhale.
    Free as dissipation,

    Blending in uncomfortably
    Till it’s time to dance again.

    and especially:
    Peeking through the blinds
    To see what life you’re in.

    Lovely poem that I’m a bit jealous I didn’t write 😉

    Like

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