Act One

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She watched as the car warped.
The soft sound of glass jingled
The warm ups on the piano.
Disaster was simply
Getting started.
She watched and chasséd
Over the delicate sculptures
Of twisted metal.
The fire caressed her thin ankles,
Adoring their fine structure,
Their attention to detail.
She pirouetted over the body.
Curiously, gingerly,
Admiring the petite figure
As it was engulfed by
Sightless, soundless, numb,
Beauty.
She held the life in her hands,
As if it was a child.
With a simple pasé
She exited-stage left.
The jingling stopped.
And the mess was cleaned up.