My white feathers were hardly touched
I'd break my steps until ripples formed
My flying so graceful it would leave tracks in pain
But I could never shake my grace
I would crack my bones until they would certainly break
But my grace would not shake
I met the bird with night for wings
She held my hand as I twisted it until it bled poison and dreams
My future was something I killed while I pretended it was the one punching holes
Eventually I scratched my white feathers until the paint wore off
I'd pirouette to pirouette in trails of blood
I would never be fast enough
I would break my bones to the back until my legs looked like my final act
I would pluck my feathers from my back until my gashes filled up the tub,
My fingers painted in all I was
Broken glass is all I'd see, with a faint tune from a music box that screams
I'd dance to kill the girl I used to be
People clapped as I'd actively break everything in me
My final act hit me to the floor
I will kill myself for my tears to look real
Now I'm the black swan
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