Ballerina Skin Poem by Katerina Val

Scabby skin
hide me in
carry me between
the sickness and the guilt

Pale skin
caress my sin
and throw a cracked smile to my faux-pas
console my cracked integrity

Scratched skin
grieve for me
carry me within
the darkness and the kill

Delicate skin
give a few excuses to my depressive figure
excuse my gentle shudder
and my shivering, I'll grow faster through this ladder
soften my rigid turn
as a ballerina through my twist
as I fell

and as an anorexic perfectionist
I shall bleed
to a place where heaven kills any kind of hell

Heavenly clean skin
purify the hypotonic rose I have never been
and don't forget to uproot all the thorns I scarily need
too often to find the hurt that I feel

So tear yourself in two my dear skin
open up and let me in
through your bleed I feel
and through your fall I breathe

Dangerous skin
hear me
eavesdropp me
closely
I beg you to hurt me
for I can rise up through this
through you, I can be the ballerina I always was in my fantasy


and all the things I want to be
the ballerina of my dreams.