The richest girl in town. (fightingwords) wrote,
The richest girl in town.
fightingwords

The Wrecking Ball.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

First a fugue, then a waltz,
finally tarantella: ten musicians playing
ten different songs at the same time.

Taffeta and lace spinning through the air:
she flies about under her own power,
but she's out of control.

Each handhold a heavy leash of steel:
metallic elastic stretched at full velocity
snaps, reeling her back in again.

The impending impact: a smack of iron
against brick, breasts against chest,
all atoms smashing to the beat, a crescendo.

A deafening death: destruction dances
in a 125-pound body, a nuclear holocaust
clothed in skin, hair like a hundred fuses lit.

One, two, three. One, two, three. Three, two, one--
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