Her skates slid across the ice.

Her skates slid across the ice
keeping a pace simple and nice
as her head tilted upward
apart from the visuals downward.

A spiral descending her
as those that laid beneath began to stir
and she began to regain balance
amongst the audience invasive glance.

She had fell
uplifting herself yet the judges would tell
if she was to take place amongst the crowd
or beneath the ice silent and no longer proud.

Their eyes stitched open
and their lips forever swollen
an eternity of a life within the sea
of souls trapped, bounded, and never free.

Their souls forced within their bodies
never shedding, tethered and wobbly
lips pressed amongst ice
as they no longer struggle for life.

A sacrifice is the loser
and the winner the butcher
with their skated blades
they allow the losers life to fade.

Tonight as she laid upon the ice
she accepted her fate without fight
as her neck was sliced open
her end would be an event of high price.

Her soul barely rose
as the audience set in a dreadful pose
the winner unable to satisfy the crowd
went down as another member of the unproud.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina