Written by Julie Dickson.
a ballerina twirling, dreaming of the spotlight
they’ll all know her name
he dreams of her in a wedding dress
dancing into his arms
bang bang
he strikes the match, not knowing
her heart is made of arson
exploding shards of glass
a mosaic of collateral damage
bang bang
getaway cars and dollar bills
guns are harmless ’til the trigger’s pulled
blood on your hands doesn’t disappear
no matter how hard you scrub
bang bang
a routine to ballet music
one move ahead of the law
he tilts her in a fish dive
blood drips in their wake
bang bang
death is waiting, at his command
to gown his lover in immortality
conceit taints her vision
they’ll never forget her name
bang bang
Julie’s work appears in the Forward, Retro, Tension, Taboo, Illusion, Harmony, and Epilogue editions of WORDLY Magazine.
