dancing on my own grave

feet against cold stone

and you, so far, i can hardly smell your hair.

i always wonder which one of us will pull the trigger first.

possibly me, probably you.

you were always faster.

you were always scared.

pirouette pirouette pirouette

kiss kiss bang bang

grand jeté

everything the scent of earth and grass.

everything dark.

we were both so heartless.

pas de deux
pas de deux