Time has forced its hand, made a realist of her.

Despite every effort to balance on a dream,

everything for everything—


The story:

Happily ever after, all pieces placed together,



Above the sky,

toes precariously believed in wings…


Clipped by a cruel descent into desolation.


Heart retired—

worn satin dance-slippers on a hook.


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