Ballerina's feet
are calloused
twisted
bruised and ugly from far too much use
My friends and I used to compare the carnage
which we called, forgivingly, feet
I was never much a dancer
Flexible, but ungainly
I could lift my leg over my head and hold it for a minute
keep time to music
but there was something about the rigidness of it that I never quite-
I loved it
sweet passion of a not so distant youth
and my feet were always the most battered
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
Ballerina's feet
are calloused
twisted
bruised and ugly from far too much use
My friends and I used to compare the carnage
which we called, forgivingly, feet
I was never much a dancer
Flexible, but ungainly
I could lift my leg over my head and hold it for a minute
keep time to music
but there was something about the rigidness of it that I never quite-
I loved it
sweet passion of a not so distant youth
and my feet were always the most battered
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