Cemetery Ballerina

By Cassidello

Where there was light she made dark
And wherever she fled, she brought with her the

Dead

Memories fall on her like rain, and she shared her

Pain

Is what she carried, and buried deep within her

Sorrows

She has many, while she dances through cemeteries
Digging up old bones, picking off roted

Flesh

She tore it off, of skeletons buried beneath her fragile feet
Dancing gracefully,
emptily
on the cold dirt
And when blood stained her feet
She fell

Deep

Into the hell
She'll never let go.

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Copyright 2012 Cassidello
Published on Friday, June 15, 2012.     Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

ehh .-. Whatcha think?
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  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, June 16, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (606)By person wrote:

    I like it a lot. I used to walk around in cemeteries when I was depressed. Made me feel like I was one-up on everybody else. Never did any dancing though. Awesome feel and cool style with this. Til next time -

  • dwells On Saturday, June 16, 2012, dwells (4177)By person wrote:

    Sad tale of mournful misery that some seem to relish as a dancing partner throughout life, well done and a fine metaphor.

  • FadedBlues On Saturday, June 16, 2012, FadedBlues (2096)By person wrote:

    ...nice write: a dark swan dancing into the depths of her torment...

  • A former member wrote: This is a good post, great imagery, and I love the concept. Great write

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