Life is a Stage


Blue paint drips from her sneakers,

dancing along to purple rain

she covers the scratches

the scrapes

from her crown of thorns.

senseless noise fills her head,

his calling is heard as a whisper

she left the dirt road

and took the one of gold.

she became blind when she looked -

when she looked to the sky

perhaps this dancer will spin once more.



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