more than once she danced on stumps
her feet a bloody mess of blades
the theater floor filled with the corpses
of all those she danced upon for her part

to rise like a swan

she drank countless dry
like a vampress from a carpathian nightmare
her pink slippers in the obsidian black
vastness of space like a planet
creating her own orbit
and a false sun shining on her

she did not want this
but did it for mother
she did not want all this

but mother is a monster
and she will feed her blood

“For you mother I will be the dancer
until I become the bloodsucker you are”

(c) 2015 allen simpson

For Celeste, a dear friend…. thanks