Vodka Waltz


When you indulge
I dance ever so expertly
To the music of your ever changing rhythms
The broken glass of your altered tempos
Sharp under my small bare feet
Less aware of my bleeding soles than my blood soaked Soul
I make it through one more alcoholic oncore
Alive
One more bottle of critique laden blame
Untouched
Having flowed with precision to your chameleon choreography
Somehow
Shaken and stirred;Poured full of future memories
Images of my fate should I mis step
Endless dress rehearsals occupy my thoughts
I have become The Dance
Performing only for myself
As if my life depends on it
When you indulge

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