She had ballet pumps
Studded with spikes
To make her invincible.

She scattered them like Cinderella;
Went tree climbing instead.

He found them at the roots.
Saw the sequinned swirl of her
Curving around the rough bark
Like flushed cloud.
Tangled in the leaves.

He took a spike from her shoe
Like he was entitled to it,
Like it’s his business
How she arms her feet.
She untangles her hair from the branches,
Drops down, sees him,
Exchanges pleasantries.

He will drive the spike into her heart.


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