Treason

Photo by Claudio Siracusano

I dance on my tiptoes and spin on the roof.

My past mistakes take a seat in a room.

They deliberate, trying to find a reason,

Seeking proof that I committed treason.

I dance in the dark as the gods observe,

And I scream when a blessing hits a nerve.

Perhaps my rage is an unyielding flame,

But my senses are pets ready to get tamed.

-Jackie