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A glass ballerina,
in her own little world,
dancing for the crowd,
and twirling with the music.
No one watches,
Everyone’s staring.
She just keeps spinning.
and no one’s caring.
But she doesn’t stop dancing.
Tears fall, like confetti drops,
as she twirls, and doesn’t stop.
Blood, dripping from her wrists.
Piroettes, and double pivets.
She glides through the air,
and falls like a heavy heart.
She’s not there,
just another shadow.
Twirling and breaking,
she’s stopped her breathing,
and no one is listening,
and she keeps on dancing.
. . .
She stands in her little world.
Frozen, and anxious.
Sparkles shine brightly,
but inside she’s dying.
They tap at the shattered glass,
and she starts spinning.