Dancing on the Edge
Added 2024-06-23 20:00:01 +0000 UTCIn solitude, she hangs suspended,
An artist's canvas, a sculptor's medusum.
Her body twisted, her soul contorted,
A dance between ecstasy and agony.
Ropes bind her, in an eternal embrace,
Each knot a memory, each tug a pain to trace.
She is beauty and suffering, intertwined,
An image that leaves an indelible mark on the mind.
