punch out
five o'clock
still churning
morning corsets
with daytime boning
of never again same olds
and laced
with nighttime regrets
two beams of light
guide her
wind-borne by 2,974 spirits
to the sanctuary
of her dancing sisters
named
white light longing
violet desire
and
spectral delight
she is enshrined by their beauty
challenged by their authenticity
and bathed in a love unparalleled
she is tossed into the waves
and once again becomes a rocket to the moon
with her sisters by her side
the corset falls off
and she breathes again
she is home.
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