Narrative

Ballet slippers and broken toes
the soft pink of the tulle
the bubbling melodies and
deep dark harmonies to
match the wild dances

twists and turns
jumps and leaps
measured and practiced
until ingrained in each dancers feet
mindless spinning
her body forgives what it can
but she can only take
so much artistic abuse
for her racing heart and mind
its exhilarating
while her body is deteriorating
her breath catches
and the audience watches in awe
turned horror as she lands
broken, twisted
her legs, not quite as they were before
broken, twisted
unnaturally bent
the curtain drops
with a single slipper
left on the stage