Ball of Flight

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: House Of Ten Thousand Exotic Rooms
'It takes monsters to steal souls and fighters to reclaim them.' -Rupi Kaur

Submitted: October 20, 2018

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I told myself I wasn't scared of you anymore

 

but when I couldn't sleep at night 

from unrelated troubles (pillow not soft enough) 

and finally succumb,

 

my subconscious is at a ball of flight,

 

dressed in a shining gown of fear.

 

 

I'm the only attendee, running, chasing, hurting is the dance.

You're the shining star, the villain the crowd cheers for, I, the premeditated darkness.

The dance steps are a bad sense, under your watchful scrutiny and correction,

running,

hiding

but never long enough, far enough,

 

 

found.

 

The punch is your

pleasure

but it tastes like

my blood.

It is spiked with

manipulation, kerosene,

a lethal combination.

The finger foods are our sickness awaiting

my death.

Every step is humiliation,

my slow song is silence.

 

It ends. It's the twelfth hour, time for a new day, time to flee this fearful ball.

 

But if the prince really loved Cinderella, he would've gripped her tight and never let her go.

As the new time descends on a pendulum you yourself wound, your grip weakens, and freedom reveals the terrors of such entertainment.

 

My dress banners of guilt and shame.

My tiara of patience and forgiveness is one that lacks

self worth but is flowered with hate.  

You'd love it, a poor girl given a chance with a prince of sweet cruelty. You'd bask in it,

always writing stories for life as well. 

Your plots only now revealed.

 

I wake to the brightest sun, I find a sword at my side.

I write and heal some more.

I don't claim fear.

I don't claim blame.

That time has passed away.  

But your plots are now revealed. That I am the princess, and you are in rags.

 

With the sword, you'd think I was fighting against you, but no- I fight for me.

 

This level of hell has been cleared, but there is still the weeping and gnashing of teeth.

It echoes in my ears.

 

First I danced for death, now I fight for life. 

 

I have no fear. I have no fear. 

 


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