The Red Shoes, 1948
Ballet slippers made from swan feathers, rivers of wings underneath my tiptoes. my heart is a palace of cherubs building castle towers to the moon. the sea bed underneath me makes a staircase of shells, I cry sea foam, moats around the moon. I can hear a warrior in the distance. I can hear my love calling my name. His voice can only calm the oceans I am made of, hearing his voice makes me homesick so angelic. There are ocean currents in me flowing, I am a shipwreck without you. ღ
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