Somewhere in a Dark Auditorium

Somewhere in a Dark Auditorium A ballerina will not stop inserting her small foot into a slim pink shoe, crisscrossing silk ribbons over the bone of ankle. Sometimes I slip into the inside of her body, where the soul wells into the walls that cup the music, quivering there like a diver in a swarm... Continue Reading →

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