Dial of life (Inspired by TTL)

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Metallic crunch,
tears away the darkness.
Black pupils of abyss
shrink into eyes.

Standing in place
of the void onstage,
her face featurless and pale;
cavity emptying of a raspy exhale
held suspended from the last crunch.

Eyes stare unblinking,
put into a trance
by her melodic song and dance,
crackling with pleasure,
like sap laden wood
in the hearth.

Her number spent-
she looks up at the audience
whom already drained away,
gracing her with one last breath
before the crunch
rips her in two.