there she is in her hardened shell of whiteness
of you can do it if you just tried
of calling it murder
is she bleeding or leaking?
dragging around her future, fighting age
little naked imp plays alone, but with herself as a first friend
the trio of ballerinas work dutifully, dancing their dance with smiles
when the blood spurts and the screams start we leave to see the source material
candice owens and the white youtuber projected into little squares in a cold warehouse where their presence is threatening
going back in she is in labor now
moaning and singing and swaying
imp covers herself in blood
ballerinas dance without music smiles unfailing
settled in a smiling pile
the end is when imp leaves
but actually
i can’t really recall how it ended