Dancing in the rain,

it glimmers all around me.

A soft, delicate, light

alight upon my skin.

Embers burning,

beneath the ivory.

Once red lips,

that dripped crimson fire,

turn cerulean in the night.

Blue as the sky,

hiding in the grey.


I dance.

Dance to the tempo of the rain.

Dance, until flesh turns to ash.

Dance, until bones turn to dust.

Will you dance with me?