As the melody begins
The spotlight showers her frail body
A smile paints her fleshless face
As she drifts away from her frozen pose
And melts into her own shadow
Dancing the tale of her loveless existence
To an empty audience of hollow souls
The story of this damsel remains unnoticed

As she glides across the stage with true solemness
Her spirit soars freer with every movement
For in this moment, she no longer need be
A feeble alembic of hidden distress
At last, unchained from eyes of disapproval
She dances her heart out with the littlest compulsion
To hide behind an obscure veil of unfeasible perfection
She finally liberates herself from her acute obsessions

Ravished with rapture, in this passionate performance
She no longer frolics in the masquerade of a ballerina’s vanity
She takes this moment to dance only the truth
Embellishing her movements with heart-warming vulnerability
For in this moment, the dance floor is her diary
And her rollicking feet are the pen writing her history
Her leaps and turns are her words of grief
And this dance, her unshared autobiography

As she unlocks herself from the cage of emotions
Liquid diamonds trickle from her fathomless eyes
Each tear, a gem, revealing a secret
As she finally flees from her concealed lies
Breathless and spent, she collapses to the floor
Much too weak to dance another step
The light shines on her bare protruding bones
As this damsel takes her final breath
Too late to rescue her brittle body
Too late for another chance
How unfortunate that this be
An anorexic ballerina’s last dance.