The Catharsis (Vol. III)
❝People came and went in the other studios, but studio five remained occupied, music trickling gently from the crack in the door. Inside, June forgot there was anyone else in the building. After a certain point, she forgot there was a world at all. The universe became her image in the mirror and the throbbing hurt in her ankle, her head, her lungs, and the swell of the music thrumming under her feet. Sweet drops of relief, the momentary weightlessness of lifting onto the toe of her point shoe. The soaring sensation of fouette turns, air stirring beneath her. Pain pulsed in her fingertips and raced up through her neck. But that was it. That was what she needed. She gritted her teeth and kept going. ❞Cover by @sufferingly…