But Not Least

She folded the audience in neat rows and slid them in her pocket where
they wouldn't see her ankles shake on 'kiss me' heels and an encore
stage. In the first note she felt the air's gentle atoms sway from the
curves of her hips and squeeze from her lungs to stoke the fire their
screams couldn't extinguish. She wanted to be the star sponge and the
designer lead. She wanted ripped tights and dark eyes and she wanted
pearls and lace. She wanted the snow to grace her skin in the right
light, but she was up for a fight. She read about the big screen and the
big stage and she saw the infamy brooding in the light behind the darks
of her eyes. That girl was huge in a small frame but she held an uncut
classic in her like a ransom she couldn't wait to throw to the wind like
the ashes in her dreams, because she hated those b*****s and couldn't
wait to see them hacked up backstage.

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