The tired, jaded ballerina
floats to center stage -
blistered toes pointing underneath
tattered ballet shoes. Face of
stone raised to the
spotlight. Delicate arms raised -
weightless
Taking flight.
Front row spectators fail to
see bruised skin
bleeding through
white tights. It's her grace
that mesmerizes. No one knows
her toiling hour; line of swans
behind her.
Waiting to devour.
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