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Just Another Ballet
It’s only ever games with you each time we meet, more matches and all I have to show for them are these bandages and scratches. Indications of the damage done but only if you’re looking closely, can you see just how far they spread? Cuz I keep them hidden mostly. Is it shame for what I have let you do? Or fear that I am beginning to like everything that you are doing Each time you make a strike. At night I batter myself for this show that I am letting us put on each day it’s all a dangerous game to partake in, one misstep to ruin this harrowing ballet. For I have broken all of these bones before and still played all throughout the nights. So now every time you toss me up I recall how you forced me to my fear of heights, for so easy is the fall back down that even you can be caught unprepared. So when I am free falling back to the ground you find that you are likewise impaired and I’ll leave with another cut, another bandage another scar, one more broken bone or bruise and I’ll ask those questions that have no answer, repeat the words that are tired from how you abuse. And I know that all of this is just another game, but still I partake in our ballet. I take my place, I re-tie the bandages and hide the scars, I’ll get over my fear of those heights; embrace the space between the stars and earth that welcomes me when I come to visit where no mortals may tread for long out of fear that the descent will be filled with despair.
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