The room spins and I sink

into drowsy sleep and slip

between the satin sheets and slick

across the mirror of ice and creep

into the quiet shadows against my sleeves

and dream.

Fearlessly, I glide,

Skate against the wicked shine that stares

at me with evil eyes on blades

as sharp as mine;

I cross my eyes and wait,

You told me it was safe.

Slap a hand against my mouth,

Cover the noise; block out

the sound that strikes my lips

to move.