Music Box The Tiny Dancer

Music Box
Being trapped in a glass box
Underneath the rhyme
Knows no destination as to where she
Will arrive.

Sitting in the tunnel
On the bench.
The gears shift and dance in a cycle of
Her Life - her brow specked
With sweat -

The ferocity in her eyes.
In the dimness of the orphaned light she wrote a song
About the life she once lived:
In his pocket,
She cried before him
To “stop it”

He swung with a beat
With a bat, hitting her and hitting her
“Stop.”

That was the end
Of how she began
In the moment of time
Her life danced before her eyes
Chewing on her nails
Until they bled.

Maybe one day she’ll get it through her head
Absurdity is
Insanity -
Every breath she took
Testified to her longevity
A lie.

Rotating at an axis.
She looked in the water
And saw how the lies fly
Into the glass breaking and shattering
Just like her past
Right before her eyes.

She tied a ribbon on her finger
To never forget the
Time she thought she died
A reminder
To live a life much kinder
“Stop”
And that is how
It began and
How did it end?

She thought she had it
Right when she met him
The same eyes as before
Of a snake –Slit at her
He began to
Bend her -

Mold her into his very own creation
He destroyed her with anticipation
Destruction in his mind
Contorted her
Twisted her
“Stop”
And he broke her.