Self-destructive Diorama

By Katrina Tapang

Behold how she dances
To fulfil the syringed dreams
Amputated by the potent mortal
Who becomes her reason to live.

Like a shadow clipped behind
Together with those mocked-up wings
She flies.
Dragged in pitch-black hollow paradise.

Tinge of darkness dawning slowly
Like an eclipse, disturbing the serenity
That fakes the bliss she breathes.

Every gesture of those sturdy arms
Signals her to tango with their satisfaction
The tempo madly increases
Over and over; and she gets sober
By everything that has been composed to destroy her

Her innocence betrays her too --
It pulls her to vow on a hope
That was stitched over her wounds.
Her life only exists when the spotlight lights up
The dying corners of her world.