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pointe shoes

a perfectly pristine 
pair of pointe shoes 
in the palms of a 
doe-eyed, slightly petrified child 
a soft, satin ribbon to 
graze her fingertips
as she looks at it
and wonders if they could possibly fit
all the dreams she’s ready
to pour into it

soft, pale, peach-pink ballet armour 
strong enough to hold her up
gentle enough to melt
into the warm wood of the stage
beneath the satin,
the paper, the glue 
that create a box
too small for her ambition 
but big enough to hold her up 
as she arches her feet
leaps, reaches
arabesque, the yearning
for something more than she can hold
something brighter, something bold
something to be, not just dream
something to kiss the blue
of the bruises on her feet

when she feels
the defeat
of a world that promised to be
kind
but left grief
for her to find
she looks up
to the sky
spots the rope
stretches her fingers for the noose

puts it to good use
she wraps her palms around the hemp
hell-bent on descent 
she pulls hard and finds 
across her palm, an open wound
a future scar

well now it’s done, she thinks
the grace, the dainty steps,
the effortlessness
has had time in the spotlight
she yanks the top until the loop
hangs just beneath her toes
pulls her pointe shoes
into the hole
and off, into the air she goes

here, in the breath
of earth
she swirls, and spins
and finally breathes out
her voice, once mute
not heard nor seen
now prepares to shout
exclaim in delightful surprise
of the chaos unfolding
before her eyes

once 
a pair of shoes
she was not sure
if she could hold
now slotted in the curve
of a noose
put to good use 
flying, defying
every day she spent trying
to be quiet 

and as she
leaps
lands perfectly on-form
applauds herself a storm 
a perfect pirouette 
calloused fingers, pulling 
sweaty hair
from the bun
until it all comes down 

it all comes down 
but she does not have it in her
to frown

a perfectly profaned
pair of pointe shoes
satin patches stained and peeling
cardboard shank, pressed thin
but feeling

in the palms of a 
satisfied, gratified young lady 
maybe 
she was always made
to fly.

22:50pm - 06/04/26