Dancing on Glass

She is bleeding
bleeding
The bottoms of her feet
are cut,
torn.
She is dancing
dancing on glass.

She is the most beautiful
in the room
and her hair, it is fiery
but her blood is redder.

Knives and glass,
knives and glass.

And she leaves a wet trail on the floor
Circles,
Circles,
Left
and
Right.
Round and round
she will go,
dancing with her Prince.

The glass hurts
and she is bleeding
but she will not stop
and her tears
will not fall
because
this is her last sunset;
her last one,
before
she returns to the world
where
she can no longer
dance on the glass..