The Whites Of A Cracked Egg Poem by Wamii Flyer

I
The great holy dancer
Singing, shouting her suicidal tunes
Head-turning height awaits
The sea-colored dancing kimono
Changing her dancing style to ballet
She hops closer to the edge
Reaching a perfect swan

II
An impatient waterdrop
Falls gracefully
Splashing the sidewalk
Creating a wine puddle
Decorated with flesh and bones
A feast sits out in the open
Tens, no, hundreds
Watch the ever-loving mess

III
Using my binoculars
I go more into detail
Half the body entangled
With the iron fence
Spikes going in and out
Blood trickling down along
Her ripped clothing
Fused into a lifeless half-body
Hipbone apparent
Feet dangling
Seconds ago
They were moving

IV
Focusing on the upper-half
Ribcages laid out like piano tiles
Skull turned into a coffee mug
Seeping out its brain
Onto her disheveled hair
Sticky substance wetting the kimono
Her exposed breasts
Move with each heartbeat

V
Veins tangled like green ribbons
Guts bridging a broken pottery
Connecting hip to rib
Eyes wide open
Having witnessed absolute terror
Observation is cut short
By unnecessary egoistic pigs

VI
The loud one pushes
Curious overlookers away
My anatomy museum is ruined
By the rolling yellow barricade tapes
I light my cigarette
As I leave the area at a fast pace
Oh
The city
Such dishonoring place to live

''What a classic way to put a period to life that once had light.''