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Your Figure Skating the 9th Level of Hell
She dances with a certain grace
Around a round that’s froze
Crystal eyes then rise from face
To look where no one knows
She bears a blade about her foot
and keeps the distance there
She whirls and winds her secrets now
Too spiraling to care
The story that she weaves around
is spoken under sole
and as she glides—the truth—it dies
a bitterness twofold
To skate while Hell is here and now
And now that it hath come
It keeps on in a winter rush
Of sharp turns turning numb
She Circles in a circle in a circle under feet
And hands and head
Skate on the dead
This frozen girl’s retreat
She touches down so ever gently
Blade and ice to kiss
As if the ice would spark somehow
Ignorance in bliss
Ignition of the colder sole
To wield a weapon’s dance
So bold against the colder now
Deception’s game of chance
Tread troubles underneath the sheet
Kept deep and out of view
The inner circle now repeats
The Lake nine layers true
She circles now the final time
As Hell is breaking loose
Touches down just long enough…
To stir the grief of knowing you
