Breeze Ballet
Pendulous feet skim the chair by a drain,
Salt-crusted tears burn her eyes blind,
Merging with the drops of the dark rain-
Stinging her chafed throat knotted into a bind,
Her lids grow heavy as the throbbing in her veins
Slows as her last thoughts drift out of her mind-
The breeze seizes her hips; twirling her chain,
Slowly she ballet dances with the wind,
And the woman whispers for it to take her pain.
