ANGELS ON CRACK

b l a c k s w a n

she is a wraith,
a phantom of the opera
lurking between
wooden boards
and carefully planned sets
of lace and passion.

she moves too fast
to be held down
by something as meager
as human sight.
a true swan,
they would call her.
she is odette's envy,
a shadow draped
in odile's guile.

she paints grand jetés
across sweat tinged air
and composes
her own music
with every click
her shoes create.
the white swan
kisses her wings
and blesses her flight
across the lake
of cherubim teardrops.

croise devant !
she seeks pause
from flight ,
and in the lacuna
that fills onlookers
with a requisite
for more,
she lets a tear fall.

she has been dancing
with darkness
all her life.
she is not
the swan queen,
never was.
the dark facsimile
is her true self,
a figure around which
legends are wrapped,
warped, and twisted.

odile holds hegemony
over her music,
and von rothbart,
the man who clipped
her wings,
is her puppeteer.
she is a pet,
nothing but a tool.
a seducer,
and a trickster.

phobos is her father.
but the way
she pulled blackness
and weaved her
porcelain fingers
around it in,
a plié of illusion,
you'd think she
was darkness itself.

her variation comes on,
and odile steps into
the spotlight.
allure pulls her leg back
and the black swan
lifts her chin.

pointe !
she pulls up her weaknesses,
presses it ramrod straight
against her bowed back,
and reaches,
shoulder blades
rippling like
smooth honey.

how could one be so celeste,
an angel from the heavens
yet such an incubus
born at the hands of Erebus ?
she is ethereal,
a maiden borne of
angel tears and
caliginous glares.

cabriole !
with every move,
so elegant and divine,
she sings a story of
deceit and allure
slathered in saccharine
and presented
in a platter of grace.

sharpness and
precision lines her veins
as she chants her spells,
and you will find yourself
unable to break free.

she is ruination,
fingers constantly dipping
into the fabric
of nothingness.
pirouette!
the danseuse spins around
in the hands of the damned.
this is her pas des deux,
her duet with
the void.

she takes her last step,
and she falls.
into the shadows where
they welcome her home.

this is the
final act.

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for max experience watch the yt video linked bc that is literally my most watched video in the past five months like lana del rey's black beauty kristijan remix and black swan together is absolute heaven

also can you tell ive been reading adrienette ballet aus on ao3 while listening to oliviaalee playlists
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