A ballerina twirls with precision and perfection

her cracked toenails whimpers softly in complaint

 

the curious child in the crowd coos disturbed

he is not getting enough attention

 

the director gazes lustfully at his spinning prey

sharpening its teeth and elongating his beast

 

pregnant lady lays still in stiff seat

not wanting to rile the still kicking baby

 

the black swan seduces the crowd

men young and old alike

 

enchanting and bewitching

the bullies watch with jealousy and appreciation

 

the director now pops open his trouser button

the beast roaring to come out

 

wanting her wet and screaming with pain

his little princess, he knows her

 

moonlight bent from path

to pinch the angel

 

for once the frigid white swan

embraces her evil twin

 

relishes in her beauty

her power of seduction

 

she glances at the window

mirrors herself in the first snow

 

hope, happiness and breaking free

the white beauty lost

 

and the black swan empowers

as it was meant to be.

 

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