The Ballerina #5 Poem by Abby Kimball

I loved your curved little fingers,
But I loved them more on the trigger
And when I was done loving you,
All they found was a canine tooth,

(Drums)
Your hands,
Once elegant and simple,
Are now laying at my feet,
You dance for him,
But you refused to dance for me,
Now those elegant hands,
Are laying at my feet,

You were still beautiful,
While you were crying,
You were still beautiful,
When I was cutting,

I raped you in the woods,
So I wouldn't get caught,
The rape and the murder,
Were all your fault,

(Drums stop)

I loved you,
You didn't have to die,
I put the gun in your mouth,
And in one deep sigh,
(Sigh)