She stood, thin wire
Beneath her pointed feet.
“Just a show”
She whispered. Her
Feet danced endlessly
In crimson shoes.
Pirouette, and bow.
The curtain fell along
With her tears.
I had an Uncle who got my a children's story The Red Shoes, and in it a girl wants a pair of red dancing shoes so badly that she's willing to do almost anything for them. When she gets them though they force her to dance. That imagery has always stuck with me.
