The girl in the black dress

Dance little girl
Dance on your toes
Bend your legs

Higher
Higher

Fight the sore muscles
In your weakened femur

And reach to the moon
you’ll never hold
never kiss
Never jump and lick
The salty rocked surface
Of bitter dreams
And taste what life feels like
On the dry surface of your
Untasting tongue

I said more

More breathing

Less sweat

Use your breast
Caress the air around you

Grab life by the throat

And dance
And spin on you bleeding toes
And crack every bone

When I say bend over and sway

Be fuckin gentle you whore

And stop crying over misery I put you through
Cause that’s what you do
And ruin my floor with silver bullets
That dents and scrap
And leave your marks

Get up!

Worthless child

And dance
In your little pretty dress

Stop smearing your make up

And jump in my hands
So I can harass your filth in nature
And look up your stockings
To a world I now run
I control
I hold
In my hands

And open your eyes to the death that awaits you
When you fall in bones
and miss signs
of anorexia
In your little black dress.