BALLROOM DANCE

She dims the room

and climbs into bed

as the party begins

inside of her head

A masquerade

where the masks are lifted,

facades put to rest,

and thoughts are sifted

She rummages to find

the best of the bad

the ugliest of the ugly

the maddest of the mad

Those are the shadows

that dance upon her walls

Happily waltzing

at her macabre ball