Dancing ballet
Is a delicate tip-toe between
Self-care and self-destruction.
There is a ballet dancer who hides from her
Reflection in the studio's mirror.
Ashamed.
Class is dismissed and she wonders whether
Thinness will make her full again, or
If her hair is falling out for a different reason.
Only now she hopes her mind will silence itself in the
Noise of the applause.
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I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford7 days ago in Fiction
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You get into the mindset of your figure rather well...