an eerie silencea single tear slid silently down her cheek as she sat in the back of the room watching the screen flicker.
the woman on the screen danced and laughed, and while there was no sound to acompany the illuminating film, the joy in this womans eyes shed music that could never be produced.
the girl sat with her heart warming more with each time this woman smiled, until it felt like her heart was on fire with delight, for seeing this woman seemed to complete her - seeing this screen flicker through light and dark with the terrible quality film seemed to start the healing of a hole she had in her heart.
while she never felt the touch of this woman, she felt a connection to her deeper than physical or mental.. an emotional tie between her own and thewomans souls.
as the girl sat in silence, wiping away silent tears with the temp ends of her sleeves, she began to point out physical features that she and the woman shared.. her unusual natural deep red lips obviously came from her, and the way her
dirty balletmy arms are sore.
i don't remember why or how they got that way.
my head is hazy and confusion seems normal now.
this constant queeziness in the back of my stomach seems to be a permenant fixture of my being of late.
the black tights that cover my legs are ripped and showing particles of my raw and bloody flesh.
i look at my dress in the mirror, whats left of the once glamourous and frilly white frock i was wearing is shreds of fabric barely covering my cold and quivering skin.
chunks of tattered and brittle hair are laying on the floor boards underneath my feet.
the skin under my eyes is a deep grey colour from lack of sleep and what seemed to be never ending tears.
i wish i could remember what happened, why i woke up with cuts on my arms and bruises on my neck, but i guess its a mystery until my mind is in the right state.
i wish i could be a litle girl again, in that ballet class i used to love so much.
i remember doing a concert dressed in a lipstick red body suit and dancing my he