red [complete]

five || tulle

it swirls,

soft whirlpools,

drifting perfectly,

around her ankles.

 

she runs her fingers

delicately,

gently,

through it.

tutu.
 

 

she murmurs.

she smiles.

 

the lights rise,

and with the others,

she dances.
 
 

on stage

erupts

a cacophony

of tulle,

  

masking

the murder

backstage.