His Ballet

Addiction

His Ballet

 

My hand slips into his,

again he takes the lead.

I do as he instructs,

as what he offers me, I need.

 

He delivers me to the stage,

his orchestra of demons begins to play.

Again I twirl in his flame,

the black swan of his ballet.

 

I weep as I perform,

his immoral-choreography,

His laugh wicked as the last pirouette,

sends me to my knees.

 

Rainee

Reviews

[Hi]

Concise, metaphorically accurate, powerful. Thanks.

[Rainee Whiting]

Thank you!

[Courtney Hough]

You're writing style has changed since I started reading your stuff. It's insanely emotional. Great and heartbreaking

[Rainee Whiting]

Art imitates life.... Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. This is flamingly goooood...:)............................

[Rainee Whiting]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ...::::))))