Lindsay Elise - Bones

They say that she is a beautiful dancer.
Her limbs follow the music.
Her heart pulses to the beat.
Satin-wrapped toes click
On a shimmering wood floor.
They all agree that her body
is just right for their art.
‘Be delicate with those graceful arms,
That diminishing waist.
You wouldn’t want to break her.’
A pinprick makes her insides bleed.
Each step reverberates.
Every time her heel touches the panel,
It eat, eat, eats away at it
Until she is nothing left
But dancing bones.

Lindsay Elise

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