Relevé
by kholinar
Her heart en pointe,
they spun into
the shade.
He missed the throw,
she’d rather smash
her legs
than ask again if
anyone could
care.
She’ll find her own
reprise in
rarer air.
Her heart en pointe,
they spun into
the shade.
He missed the throw,
she’d rather smash
her legs
than ask again if
anyone could
care.
She’ll find her own
reprise in
rarer air.