I tiptoe on the edge of life,
Pirouette en pointe between the white and yellow lines
As the train burrows like hot blood through the veins underground,
An arabesque on the cliff's edge, live bait dangled to the darkness below,
And in one wrong move I could be snapped up by the dark.
But as I bend to take my bow, an acknowledgement to my imaginary audience,
The white knight catches my waist, moving me,
And we waltz away from danger, spinning through the forest,
Escaped from a tragic jewellery box entrapment.
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