Bones Poem by Lindsay Elise

They say that she is a beautiful dancer.
Her limbs follow the music.
Her heart pulses to the beat.
Satin-wrapped toes click
On a shimmering wood floor.
They all agree that her body
is just right for their art.
‘Be delicate with those graceful arms,
That diminishing waist.
You wouldn’t want to break her.’
A pinprick makes her insides bleed.
Each step reverberates.
Every time her heel touches the panel,
It eat, eat, eats away at it
Until she is nothing left
But dancing bones.