Dancing on the Edge (Patreon)

In solitude, she hangs suspended,

An artist's canvas, a sculptor's medusum.

Her body twisted, her soul contorted,

A dance between ecstasy and agony.

Ropes bind her, in an eternal embrace,

Each knot a memory, each tug a pain to trace.

She is beauty and suffering, intertwined,

An image that leaves an indelible mark on the mind.