I laughing, twirling, dancing, spinning on this broken mirror

Little glass crystals embedded in the soles of my bleeding feet, red rivers pouring from my skin

I dance, stand en pointe, watch the skin break, pierced by sharp edges of beauty

So fragile, breakable, beautiful, it cuts me

Literally, deep into my skin I feel it, slicing slicing slicing

Rivulets of blue blood turned red after meeting oxygen, longtime friend and enemy

Essential for me to breathe it sometimes abandons me, seems to like eluding me, not like glass

Which seems addicted to my skin, trying to find its way in, cut me open

It feels good, being exposed to the air, veins pulsing, throbbing, pumping

Full of blood, like this mirror, blood of my blood, multiplying and dividing 

Dividing the skin into sections, partitions, not closed, wide open

Wide open, exposed it feels good to be free, laid out bare to see

I dance, feet moving faster faster faster until I realize the world is still

Lying in a puddle of red I am no longer dancing no longer dancing was I ever dancing

I can't seem to quite recall but I remember spinning, spinning spinning then falling

I see crystals, rainbows reflecting off uneven shapes of glass, I want to tell the world that I broke the glass ceiling

I broke it, it is lying here with me crumbling, I broke it and covered it in red

Thank you, I'd say, thank you for glass shattering clattering breaking into my skin 

Thank you for finally let me feel again

The joys of walking on cracked glass