Powder the face a pale crumbled mountain,

but sleepless nights still bleed through,

Paint lips crimson, a feigned boldness

only he can see through,

Line the eyes- dark smokey mystery

to cover the innocence underneath

 

Tonight she’s a blazing trail of red

and furious fire,

Tonight she’s wild and free

from the chains that once tied her,

Tonight she’s a glorious ballerina

in black, swaying, swirling, spinning

to the beat,

Tonight she is nothing, and

everything,

unraveling at the seams.