Fiction Writing Friday: The Ballerina


Originally posted 2016-01-15 12:00:38.

She spun and danced the night away

With laughter in her eyes

Her pretty face hard and sharp

Her smile frozen in lies

 

Her pointed shoes and pretty bows

He dressed her daily with care

Her bright skin glinted in the light

When putting ribbons in her hair

 

The dancing ballerina

Spun round and round and round

With mechanical music 

Making all the sound

 

He watched her twirl in the dark

No more did he feel alone

Her voice was once full of beauty

Now forever set in stone

 

Why she wanted to leave him

He guessed he’d never know

But now he had her forever

And his heart was full of glow

 

This pretty ballerina

Stuck within her pose

Drained of all her life

A painted little rose

 

One day he thought he saw it

A twinkle in her eye

“The spark was there,” he shouted

To the heavens in the sky

 

“Do not ask the Heavens” A stranger spoke

“You knew this was the deal”

He wept and cowered deep inside

For he finally learned  to feel

 

“I thought I had more time” he cried

And hugged her strong and tight

The stranger smiled and whispered

“You had 700 nights”

 

“I need more , I love her!”

He shouted at the moon

But as he stood beside her

A shiver filled the room

 

The statue fell to pieces

Leaving mounds of ash and bone

And as she crumbled before him

Her bright blue eyes shone

 

The nights have ended, it was over

The magic took its toll

And the stranger left that night

Taking with him a dying soul

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I am a 29 year old from Pennsylvania. I am married to a wonderful husband and we have two children both named after super heroes! A girl who is 4 and a boy who is 1. Most of my time is spent working, being a mom, and gaming.