dance with me

once

lived a girl.

once

lived a boy.

they danced together

in their poofy white clothes

not caring about

anything else

or

anyone else.

after some time,

her feet began to bleed.

after some time,

her head became heavy.

he did not care.

he dug his fingernails into

her waist

to keep her standing.

he brought her

tiny band-aids

to cover the wounds.

she began to die

slowly.

he was the only one

close enough to notice.

he did not care.

and when

her heart and soul grew

too tired of their dance

in her soot-covered dress,

he walked away.

but he ran back to her corpse

to remove the band-aids

so that they could be reused

next time.