shedding skin faster than a snake
backwards, en pointe. having
to meet that stupid smile,
would it be
so bad?

lament the idea
can't get away with murder
still, i might try
i've done it before.

collapsing while covered
in long, severe arms.
my own are the only
ones to hold.

critiques on god-knows-what
that clutter the room, so
unimportant. i do not care;
my back has broken
a thousand times
while staring
at the wall.