Backstage At Heart Theater (Betrayal)
A dark shadow within my heart
whispers about a plunge into betrayal.
Its dagger stabs me deep.
My heart breaks and I hear myself cry.
It is within my trembling voice
while I’m speaking about other things.
I become use to it
and no longer question its existence.
I dance the best I can
moving in energy that haunts me.
Gracefulness does not serve me
for blood spilt on the floor is slippery.
Thankfully, red looks good on me.