Arabesque

1:56 PM

Her pink shoes

Ribbons around her ankles

Her pink dress

Tight around her waist

Her pink tutu

Flattered around with lace

Her left foot

Pointed on the floor

Her right foot

In the air far behind

Her petite body

Balancing in arabesque

Her colourful mind

Filled with only music

Her non-withering soul

Filled with only passion

Her still beating heart

Filled with memories—

Those of which she mourned

Not wanting to remember

Those words life threw

Down her road last night

Filthy and hurtful

Those even a ballerina

Could fall from her position

Once the words are mentioned.