dancing on broken glass

dancing on broken glass

dancing on broken glass,
sliced deep into my feet.
it’s edges covered in my blood,
a pain so bittersweet.

my heart a steady drum,
my breath a shallow gasp.
trying to contain it,
as I slowly lose my grasp.

I dance as though I’m driven,
by a buried song within.
it’s melody pours from me,
splitting out my skin.

this very song now owns me,
turned vulgar and so crass.
and still my feet keep dancing,
dancing on broken glass.