Dancing on eggshells

by: Sora L. Kim

Tiptoes dancing on eggshells

Away she twists and turns on them

Each step, Each movement meticulously calculated and carefully chosen

From sunrise to sunset, she dances

Only in the night, she lets her whole foot touch the ground

Only in the night, she dances with no care in the world

Only in the night, her voice can ring out into the hungry, never ending void that surround her

But uppity, tippy she much go in the morning

Her legs stiff and rigid once more

Her back straight and poised

Her face cold and calculating

Away she dances on eggshells

Forgetting to breath to make her lighter than ever to try not to crack the eggshells

But they crack anyway

Tiptoes dancing on broken eggshells

Away she twists and turns on them

Breathlessly cut with each step she takes

Each movement hurriedly calculated and carelessly chosen

From dusk to dawn, she dances with the hungry, never ending void that surround her.

Night never comes to hide her desperate desire to dance

Night never comes to let her breath

Night never comes to let her safely yell at the hungry, never ending void

But uppity, tippity she much go

Her legs now nothing, but frozen ice

Her back cold and cracked

Her face void of…well…her

The dancer merely stands on the broken eggshells

Forgetting to live to make her lighter then ever to not crack the eggshells.

But they crack anyway