The Astrophysics of Angelic Catastrophes
I was celebrating with raspberry bagatelle and ganache macaroons and
my satin slippers they picked up the notes and painting the créme canvas of the stage is a strange thing when done with your feet I have blisters but my roses have color
I’m not tired of dragging my legs.
oh and look— don’t you see?— they love the way my body twirls when I dance and oh
have you ever taken a moment to romanticize such thing as a carbonizing diamond? trapped within a chamber that strips her of her last breath. her last glimmer of sunlight and how she drowns in the absence of any promises of visibility.
unseen, forgotten, invisible.
to fight to make yourself seen again. to evolve and adapt under pressures no one could quite possibly understand and suddenly, when no one’s looking, you’re a diamond and suddenly the pain was worth it
and suddenly you’re remembered
and suddenly those cuts were supposed to be that deep
and suddenly everyone’s watching
and yet, suddenly you remember it was never you
and suddenly you’ll always remember that when you dance
except these days sirens sound like symphonies
and the universe is under no obligation to make sense to you
I’ll always tell you I’m not listening but I’ll show you that I was.
We’d give up our egos if we knew how small we really were
You dance to me you are sorry but I sing for you I’m not.
