Spinning on tiptoes,
like a broken ballerina,
spotlight dimmed
over an ashen face,
purity torched,
set ablaze with death.
A stench of gray, sickly sadness.

Soft curls and perfume,
fall loosly with fragile tears,
spilled mascara turning the blue to black.
Dreaming instead of dancing.
Clumsy feet poised with artificial elegance,
a body poker straight, glass sculptured tension,
Untouchable, until it shatters.

A loud multicoloured blur,
moves past like a thousand galloping horses,
in shades of green and red and purple,
glints of silver spectacles and golden jewels.
They're watching, her tight lips, her half shut eyes,
the flutter of her lashes as she loses herself,
the only way to stop the shaking.

She falters, with the twist of a weak ankle,
slippers sliding across a metalic stage,
frozen hands set hard against the floor.
Shot down with the shift from soft air
And then stares, into space, past their blank expressions.
She is not there.
Just a dressed up doll, in pieces,
with rosed cheeks and sparkled skin.
Dreaming instead of living