it's also one of those poems that you write and you basically have no idea what it means
(well, you do but you don't)
I don't love it
surrender is imminent
embarrassment laughs in her face
wearing a pink taffeta ball gown
dancing across her cheeks
shame dances in the spotlight
waltzing with a woman in red lace
nobly clutching her hands
embarrassment chuckles in the hall
waving a long gray scarf
seductively swinging her hips
shame shouts from the corners
watching her glass break
then cleaning up the shards
embarrassment stands strong by the door
holding a top hat loosely in his hands
head bowed, eyes closed.
victory twirls alone in the center of the room
naked, her hair a waterfall down her back
losing her balance
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