Pirouettes
- Christina Villella
- Nov 29, 2023
- 1 min read
Piano music playing with just one girl—
surrounded by mirrors, barres, and
beaming lights.
A ballerina elegantly turning in an empty
studio, yet she never feels lonely.
The ball of her foot pressing into the
floor hard as her ankle, arch, and passè
continue to lift higher than ever.
The noise of the leather of the pirouette shoe
diminishing while finding herself, for just a
glimpse, before the next rotation begins.
The tempo repeated over and over again
in her blank mind—
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