XXXVI (ballet)

A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I"

Anorexia whispered once the tale of her waltzing slippers;

How they suffered seeking grace in the empire of arts.

Only nartakis danced as flesh fought the brims of skirts; no lithe ballerina existed;

Ana appeared with skin of lotus, eyes of lanterns, diamond dress;

With her abiding en pointe, girls succumbed to her ballet. 

Author's Note

All the poems in this collection are extended metaphors of only 5 lines. No exceptions.