Silver Dancer

Razor's are my pens

Skin is my paper

Let me sit here and draw searing red tattoos of wandering lines

that make no sense to the world 

but hold my darkest secrets

Leave me here to watch in screaming silence

as the Silver Dancer glides across her stage of skin

She leaves behind deep impressions

On the trails she danced over and skimmed

Fascinating drops of scarlett mist remains from the Silver Dancer's memory

                                     -Scarlett Tears