The dance

Hop hop hop
Tender little feet
Sole upon razors
Walks like a mountain
Shifting
Under molten magnanimous
Groaning earth.
Like a bird
I feel it
Slice slice slice
Intravenous digging
Scalpel this heart
Steady as a will
That can no longer take the beating
Puncture tiny bones
Breaking tiny hands
You never meant to do it.
Now feathers splattered, red
And my veins
Fill with ice.