The Eggshell Waltz

It’s a ballet of carefully choreographed mistakes a tiptoe dance through a delicate maze a sudden splinter to catch a thorn barefoot floor where the eggshells are strewn Playing the hide and seek of apology the simple words of a dangerous weaponry and bruised by any insignificance one is conducted into the orchestra of the eggshell dance Careful to mind the sudden tongues slip the abrupt foot tangled awkward trip will enhance the injury and augment the weeping with the crunching boots of a villainous litany bringing fragile illusions to the eggshell floors and dragged in spiteful damnable reproachful lest vengeful emotions on feathers are set twisting and good intentions are always missing The shatter patch where a foot may to disaster tread inside the sarcophagus of things long thought dead the curse of broken ruined painted eggs a ghostly deportment of things once said So walk the labyrinth ever cautiously ubiquitous magician of so easily to hurt foreswear not to use the tongue so dangerously or each stomping stamping secret violation will be crushing eggshells and their misdirection is a trauma to demented to teardrops sent so pause for thought or be held to blame for one more poisoned arrow shot from a grave Beware the warning sign which isn't there beware the precipice when walking blinded take care to listen as the footfalls for the eggshell floors make no sound And you are stepping upon the very dangerous ground