bruises paint themselves between your toes to leave purple stains like brush strokes flooding your skin.
your ankles tremble and bow to the scuff marks trailing across the practice room floor and your spine bends as if to showcase the bones along the curve of your back;
all the fairytales you've ever known were passages told in pointe shoes and leotards, paragraphs written in discordant tones of ballets.
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