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Description
Slipping into my satin skin,
Slowly I spin my silvery silk.
Sliding laces through small holes,
Stretching slinky nylons over smooth legs,
I shape and sharpen my new self.

Showtime

Persona prepared and parading out,
Painted lip and polished eyes.
See how they sparkle!
Those black lined eyes and bronzed cheeks,
Pouted mouth and plucked brow.
A perfect pretty pair of wings
To hide under.
Parodying the person beneath,

Perhaps--

To dance tonight with destiny,
Take flight upon the stage of the world.
Flit from flower to flower
A feast for hungry eyes to devour,
Drooling over the delicacy presented.
Dark and desire hang in the air like a drug
Demanding "do it"- "dare to destroy it all".
Fleet foot and frantic flattery
Erupts amidst the din and deep delirium achieved.
Failing fancies fall down to the depths
And the faintest of sighs dies in the darkness.

Descending,

Languishing under the linen,
The leftovers of the self lay in a limp heap
Peeled and lifted off layers.
I lie naked in a lattice of self-like structures,
Exposed to my barest most basic elements.
Fragile and transparent, I try
To ignore the tugging thoughts of terror,
The little things that leave me wondering,
How much of me is left.
And what new life may yet take wing
From the monotony of the metamorphosis
From which I emerge.

Description
Slipping into my satin skin,
Slowly I spin my silvery silk.
Sliding laces through small holes,
Stretching slinky nylons over smooth legs,
I shape and sharpen my new self.

Showtime

Persona prepared and parading out,
Painted lip and polished eyes.
See how they sparkle!
Those black lined eyes and bronzed cheeks,
Pouted mouth and plucked brow.
A perfect pretty pair of wings
To hide under.
Parodying the person beneath,

Perhaps--

To dance tonight with destiny,
Take flight upon the stage of the world.
Flit from flower to flower
A feast for hungry eyes to devour,
Drooling over the delicacy presented.
Dark and desire hang in the air like a drug
Demanding "do it"- "dare to destroy it all".
Fleet foot and frantic flattery
Erupts amidst the din and deep delirium achieved.
Failing fancies fall down to the depths
And the faintest of sighs dies in the darkness.

Descending,

Languishing under the linen,
The leftovers of the self lay in a limp heap
Peeled and lifted off layers.
I lie naked in a lattice of self-like structures,
Exposed to my barest most basic elements.
Fragile and transparent, I try
To ignore the tugging thoughts of terror,
The little things that leave me wondering,
How much of me is left.
And what new life may yet take wing
From the monotony of the metamorphosis
From which I emerge.