Dancer girl hurts

she danced on pointed toes
over needles and hollow voices
over broken glass dreams and loud inaction,

she liked to smile to herself
at the piles of broken promises piled in the corner
stacked and stored in merticulous order,

each day she would take one whilst twirling past
and stroke it against her cheek
the broken promises were full of the tears that rolled
down those same cheeks,

inticingly
those promises glimmered and glistened in that corner,
catching the late afternoon sun,
that shone through the window
spilling in,
to light her form as she twirled and twisted so fast.

that sun and that twirling never seemed to quite warm her form
which was cold and chilled from a long ago jilted rejection
aloness has claimed her smiles and her eyes always so sad
had forgotton how to sparkle.

Soon the sun grew tired of trying to illuminate the dancing girl
she realised that the girl had been missing in yesterdays woes
for so long that she didnt know her way back
so the sun stopped coming

Now the dancing girl had only the moon for company and solace
Giving her the errie effect of a quaint porcilin doll,

she danced and danced endless twirls of that attic room
the floor boards bagan to wan and her toes became bare bones
the broken promises in the corner began to bulge and
weep the excess of captured tears

So many hurts left to fester and grow could not be forever contained
And so in the moons gift of glow the tears burst forth
raining the broken promises in razor sharp shards over the dancing girls pale and thin form

She let the tears wash her across the floor in a destructive hungry torrent
stripping the last of her skin and soft gold spun hair
till all that remained in that sad room was just that
a sad lingering memory
of what happens if you store your hurts