Sta.sh
In the mirror stands a beautiful
Girl.
She
smiles and waves with
grace and poise.
A satin black dress
hugs every curve,
winding down
Her
body
like a boa constrictor
wraps around its favourite meal.
She
gives a little show,
turning on a heal.
One smooth twirl.
But the fabric falls too quickly,
revealing
Her
secrets.
Arriving at the party
She's
excited to mingle.
Her
eyes follow the moving bodies.
She
longs to fit in
with the other curves.
Her
hips begin to sway.
She
closes
Her
eyes,
begging for the music
to take
Her
away.
A tap on
Her
shoulder
gives
Her
a fright.
She
turns to see
the eyes of fate.
A
Boy
is smiling,
"can it be at me?"
He
offers
His
hand
to the
Girl
in black.
The music still plays
and
She
begins to swoon.
The
Boy
holding
Her
now,
has no clue.
Their bodies move as one
as the dance carries on.
The sun begins to set
and the stars begin to break.
The
Girl
twirls outside,
with the
Boy
just behind.
He
grabs
Her
hand
and they start to dance,
one last time.
She's
lost in the moment.
Time is standing still.
The moon glows brighter
As the
Boy
holds
Her
close.
Looking into
His
eyes,
She
parts
Her
lips.
Wanting to release words
of passion
and utter bliss.
No sound escapes
Her
mouth,
instead a clock
chimes loudly.
"no"
She
whispers softly.
Her
delicate hands
pick up the folds
of
Her
dress.
Away
She
runs,
counting in
Her
head.
One.
She
flees into the trees.
Two.
She's
filled with unease.
Three.
Her
skin becomes rough .
Four.
Her
face sprouts scruff.
Five.
Her
chest feels lighter.
Six.
Her
dress becomes tighter.
Seven.
Her
shoes no longer fit.
Eight.
Her
dress begins to rip.
Nine.
Her
long hair begins to fall.
Ten.
She's
lost it all.
Eleven.
She
Thumps ungracefully on to the ground.
Twelve.
His
cries in to the night
don't make
a sound.
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Should be heel.
I really like this. The Cinderella part especially was very hard-hitting. Dreams, broken.