|IPT: Music Box
Author: The Mad Poet PM
When I was small, I had one of those cheap musical jewelry boxes with the spinning ballerinas. I set her free with wire cutters, but she never danced again.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 145 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 3 - Published: 02-05-05 - id: 1826293
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Am I here for you entertainment, tonight?
Pull the strings taut,
over your ashy gloves
and your red-carpet loves.
Let the curtains rise and the spotlight
on my wires--
silver, where you would not
accept the substitute of grey.
And I will dance especially for you, my master;
dust creaking joints,
flaking out with rust
and cheap clockwork dust.
I know no steps but under press learn faster
by frictive steps--
bright, where you would not
have me shown without paint.
I am here for your entertainment this time,
jaw left unlatched,
caught in the voice
of one last taken choice.
One last curtain called on all that's mine
when pass your eyes--
closed down, where you would not
see me bend, or crack, or break.
Or simply fade.