Ballerina

To starry walls, she spreads her arms,

like waiting for a beckoning touch.

In the darkness her secrets swing open,

a chest unfastened in mid-flight.

Pirouetting on fire,

to the song she has grown into,

the dance she was shaped after.

Collapsing in a sea of bewildered applause,

her bright sixteen lives–

quickly dims under colored suns.

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