Her Body.

11 2 0
                                    

Every inch of her was sculpted by gods.

From the tip of her toes to her crown.

Her shoulders were broad as she leapt from one side to the other.

Her back arched minimally as she did 'infinite' pirouettes.

Each step made her look more naive than the last.

Innocence radiated from her.

Each leap forward,every pirouette ,every bouree executed perfectly.

Her black leotard pressed against her smooth arms.Black tights covered her long legs and a grey chiffon wrap skirt.

Ribbons of silk that previously dangled from her pink pointe shoes were now securely wrapped around her calves.

One Glimpse.Where stories live. Discover now