Thursday, 9 April 2015


Working her way to no where
feeling like a fool
endless days of nothing
sat up there on that stool

Pushing herself to her limits
muscles torn ripping her sides
hands move slowly downwards
hair brushes along as she glides

Heat impacts her body
air there is none to breath
she has made her bed now
she has sown her seed

Plummeting herself forward
into the dusty air
body dusting dancing
shoes left idol there

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