Maisie

Last act of of my rage, furious eyes cyclone, don't go dancing again, the ribbons of a fight, wild sunlight on her bones, there are no second lives, she'll go anyway, a dancer's last throw, forgets yesterday's shame, tethered like a kite, i struggle to explain, maybe in a little while, she turns away her face, smiles at the angry tones, another one to blame, the useless games, we play when we're alone, in different ways, she's gone.