by streetlightsorrow

ballerina on her toes, trying to lift her body out of her casket and touch the moon

sunken cheeks and pale lips painted over in futile dreams and winter ashes

broken wings on her back that remind her of shattered glass dissolving into ocean mist

she tastes the sun on her tongue through the open window, and stares

a rosy blush blossoms in her cheeks reminiscent of spring's forgiveness

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