I can see your skeleton
Dancing wihout skin
Sickly thin but opened up
For anyone’s heart to wander in.
Peace of mind unveiled
Aware and mostly dead
But twirling in your skirt,
Dreaming as you exhale.
Free as dissipation,
Flatenned lungs kissing
Last breaths to beating hearts
Pumping through the intermission.
Roses thrown in jest
Cutting naked flesh,
Smile half-knowingly
Hand to your breast.
Curtsy as you walk
Ignoring all the talk,
Blending in uncomfortably
Till it’s time to dance again.
Pale as brittle bones,
Stepping with your toes,
Peeking through the blinds
To see what life you’re in.
Poems and Short Stories 
I confess, there are a few lines here that feel as though they describe me: Aware and mostly dead
Dreaming as you exhale.
Free as dissipation,
Blending in uncomfortably
Till it’s time to dance again.
and especially:
Peeking through the blinds
To see what life you’re in.
Lovely poem that I’m a bit jealous I didn’t write 😉
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Thank you much. ❤ I can see why you would relate, and that's a high compliment from a fellow writer.
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