Dancing On The Edge Of A Pin

This is a re-write of a short sad story written in poem form about the reality of young girls and woman, who earn their living dancing in bars and clubs.

 

She was a tiny, angel of woman,

mindlessly moving in a chemical haze,

 Her heart barricaded 

tormented from her long, lonely days...

From dancing on the edge of a pin 

 

 

                          Twirling oblivious on a bar room pole

                               trying to live her shoddy role,

                        Stripped of dignity, ripped of grace

 that’s imposed upon her lifeless soul…

As she dances on the edge of a pin

 

Her teardrops falling, slowly slipping, silently dripping

 leaving behind a clear, salty trace

as they slide down her cheeks

 like icy blue, watery veins on her weary, tear stained face...

While dancing on the edge on a pin 

 

She dances mindlessly without care

from one seedy bar to another

in faded, jaded memories blurred by her past

Through misty, watery depths she bleeds

trying to quench a thirst so deep

 in her hemorrhaged, sedated heart so worn, so torn

 by her dreams that did not last…

As she dances on the edge of a pin 

 

 

She slides down the pole performing her dance

floating in an igneous swirl of aqueous, diluted anesthesia

Demons eating and devouring her soul

through her darkened descent of amnesia…

Dancing on the edge of a pin

 

 

In painful depths that twist and turn

in her nebulous, muddled reality of unspeakable memories

 that cannot exist in her mind

lest they drive her deeper in a shattered demise…

She dances on the edge of a pin

 

Childhood dreams

 that were stripped cruelly of their parts

 her mind wanders in a foggy, semi-conscious state of grace

from hungry teeth marks

left on her innocent, delicate face

 

Cheap, neon lights bathe trashy, shoddy floors

in seedy, darkened bars that smell

 of stale cigarettes and booze

Dangerous, dingy, low-rent neighborhoods

leased by lurking, lewd, slovenly men

 who try to grope her every move

 

She sits on an old, bar stool, sipping amber colored whiskey

from a dirty, shot glass

waiting for drunk, salacious men to approach

handing her their grimy, rumpled cash…

As she dances on the edge of a pin

 

Ten dollars a dance to the tune of one weary, old song

or twenty dollars an hour to some drunk, bleary eyed man

for sixty minutes she’ll dutifully belong

Shadowy features biting at her heels

Unnamed creatures gripping, clawing at her heart

like broken shreds of steel

Her soul so bruised from so many wounds that cannot heal

A fragile, beautiful soul, so battered, so used

 

One sad morning the headlines of the daily news

printed one more, sad obituary

of a beautiful soul so badly abused

Her parents were sent a note

 from the bar where she’d last worked

that said…

“Your daughter used to work here, but now that she’s dead

will you please stop by and pick up her clothes and shoes".

~

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       Death of an angel            

                                  

 

By LadeeAnne~anne p murray~2011 

 

 

LadeeAnne~ 

  Anne P Murray; 2011

 

 

 

Author's Note

Sad, but realistic poem about young girls and women who strip dance, pole dance, & etc. to pay their bills. The money is good at first, however many quickly find out the dangers, both physical and emotional, began to eat away at their life, their soul, until they either end up dead, or suffer from addictions so powerful, they lose their own sense of self and reality.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words are true. I was a Soldier and single for many years. Met and became friends to many dancer in the USA and Europe. I believe in the end. Most woman get lost. When you are seen as only flesh to be touched and used. You get pissed off and leave or become a ghost of what they were. I like the way you wrote this poem. A sad ending for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Forever Mine Poetry]

This had me close to tears just thinking about it, let alone without reading it all the way through, which I managed to do. This is a very sad but true reality, one nobody likes to think or talk about. Its good that somebody is willing to speak out about it.

- Forever Mine

[annie minus]

Wow, amazing! This had me gripped throughout, you are very talented. Annie :)

[Shayla Sayer]

wowza! ladee anne this was absolutely beautiful! i started to tear up cuz i know..i know. wow!