I am going to launch these thin bones of mine, my weightless, delicate body across this floor. Extending my femur backward and pointed to the vastly open roof, reaching my head up. Plummeting my weight down into a thudding motion, but landing like a feather in the wind reaching gravel. Bringing my back leg into arabesque, in conjunction with assemble. Looking up at my judges, I bow in exact tempo of the slowly fading out music being played in the background. "Encore", one man exclaims. Encore.
Encore
Autorstwa Bluepalmtree7
An original poem written by me, Erin M. I describe myself as a ballerina using "ing" nouns and verbs to const... Więcej