Dancer's Feet

[saxgoddess]

Point, flex, point, flex
rise up and be en pointe
I will dance for you
as long as you want me to
and I won't miss a step.

Shiny pink satin
laced up to perfection
I will dance for you
as long as you want me to.
But
after the final bow
after the curtain falls
All that's left is
calloused flesh beneath the shoe.
Blood and sweat and pain
I bleed too
beneath the shoe.

Seams split
beneath the pressure of the dance
but you will never be
close enough to see
that I bleed too
beneath the shoe.