She dances alone
In the darkness
She wears a beautiful black dress
It is torn and burnt
She dances alone
With a sad smile
On her face
The moonlight turns
A solitary tear
On her cheek
Into a pearl
Her feet are bare
And her dark hair
Is long and tangled
She hears the music
But it's only in her mind
Her dance begins
Slow and melancholy
Every movement
Conveys sadness
And the fact
That she shouldn't be alone
There is a hole
In the dance
And she
Ought to have a partner
Then the dance
Speeds up
It becomes
Wild and desperate
It is filled with
Anger and hopelessness
Why doesn't anyone save her?
Then she trips
She trips and falls
And she doesn't get up
She just lies there and
Cries
YOU ARE READING
Her Story
PoetryShe is a fighter. She is a slacker. She is beautiful. She is alone. She is loved. She is happy. She is hopeless. She is me and she is you. And this is her story
