Ballerina

Tumbling through the sky toward a summit uncertain

My nights are alight with a flourishing flicker

That burns in my bones with an ache I can't hide

Desire that damns me down to ashes unsigned

And it can't be right, but it can't be wrong

So I twirl on the tips of my toes like I'm told

While casting my head back to scream at the cold

Spinning faster and swifter with each star that descends

Defying the wheels of roulette that forget

That I always win out in the end.