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I Dance, I Ditch, I Die

I Dance I Ditch I Die

Feel the beat, beneath our feet as the music plays.

You take my hand, I feel the warmth of it as our fingers interlock. But I don’t see them, I’m too busy staring into your eyes, those captivating eyes.  They hold me prisoner in their gaze, hypnotized by their intensity. I’m spellbound.

You lead me to the dance floor.  I don’t see the other dancers, just you bathed in golden light.  Everything else is in shadow.  All I can see is your eyes, your smile.  We weave through the dancers with agility and grace.  You lead. I follow.

We stop in the middle of the dance floor.  You circle me, appraising me.  Though your eyes are locked on mine, I can tell they see all of me.  I’m your prey.  You’re the hunter.  I long to be devoured.

Your strong hand brushes across the small of my back.  I shiver.  Your other hand grabs the one hanging by my side.  Our fingers lace and you bring my hand to your beautiful lips, brushing their soft, plumpness against the back.  It’s like fire licking my skin and dancing upon the hair follicles.

You pull me close and we start to sway back and forth in time to the music.  You hold me so tight I can feel your heart beating in your chest. I feel so beautiful, so safe in your arms. Your aroma makes me dizzy.  Your warmth makes me melt.  Your intense gaze exposes my soul.  Your lips snare me, induce me, seduce me.

You dance with me.  It’s beautiful. I’m lost. I’m found.  I’m scared. I’m safe. I’m alive. I burn.  I worship you.

You kiss me, and I cease to exist. I’m yours. I’m lost in you, in your arms, in your love.

The clock strikes twelve.

I feel the façade fade. Fear consumes me.  I know you could never love the simple girl inside.  In fear, in doubt, and in confusion – I run.

Only in this fairy tale  – you don’t run after me.  I don’t lose a piece of me for you to find, because you’re not searching for me.

My heart now burns to cinder ash, and I’ve become numb.  Many ask me to dance, but I feel nothing – not the music, not the fire, not the passion.  The more I refuse, the more they want me, but I only want to dance with one.

Every day I am being transformed into the image of the princess I had once pretended to be – the one you wanted me to be – yet you can’t now see.  You dance with the other princesses, hypnotizing them with your intense gaze, seducing them with your cunning cleverness.  They don’t run.

My ashes cool and only a cold pile remains.  I hate it.  I smile, but I’m crying inside.  I want to live, but I also want to die.  I want the magic, but I have no wand.  I’m shriveling to nothing and soon will be nothing but ash floating in the wind.  My fairy tale has ended and my Prince is gone.  I’m trying to survive. I’m trying to move on. I can’t breathe.

I hate who I’m becoming.  She’s everything I despise.  I’m no longer Cinderella, but a big, bad witch in disguise.

Till next time,

~Wicked Witch of the World

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Eyes That See


Eyes that see – I love to look into your eyes, yet fear it at the same time.

Those dark orbs are full of truth, full of knowing, full of fire.

They see through me, past my mask,  and straight  into my fear,

Exposing my deepest hope, my greatest dreams, my darkest regrets.

They intrigue me.  They inspire me.  They see the truth of me.

But do you see it, or do your eyes only reflect the truth back to me?

You have eyes that see everything, even when you look at nothing.

I’ve tried so hard to hide – my mask is elaborate and hand-carved with great detail.

I’ve spent a lifetime adding thread  by thread, bead by bead, scar by scar,

Garnishing the perfect elaboration, building the perfect distraction.

But can you see me, or do your eyes only reflect me back to me?

I’ve looked into many sets of beautiful eyes,

And they have shown me the splendor of their hosts.

But in your eyes I don’t only see your beauty, but mine.

The first time I ever met their gaze it felt like the foundations of the earth shook,

My knees wanted to bend in worship to the god standing before me.

One glance and a fire ignited deep into my bones.

I’ve tried to run. I’ve tried to hide. I’ve tried to ignore and to deny.

But can you feel me too, or is the fire I feel my own passion reflecting back to me?

Eyes that see – will you look at me and tell me the truth?

~T.L. Gray

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