Diminuendo
Dim the lights.
Cue the music; soft and adagio.
Pull the curtains.
A young girl dances onto the stage,
twirls her arms up over her head and glides through the air,
she reaches the center of the stage,
looks out and falls to the floor, arms sprawled out,
as if the floor grew arms to catch her.
The music never gets to grow or soar through the air;
the violins screech to a halt and the echo of notes still linger in the air,
only intensifying the still and the silence.
The spotlight, lying bleekly on her body,
cuts out and the stage is dark and ominous.
Pull the curtains.
Diminuendo
Dim the lights.
Cue the music; soft and adagio.
Pull the curtains.
A young girl dances onto the stage,
twirls her arms up over her head and glides through the air,
she reaches the center of the stage,
looks out and falls to the floor, arms sprawled out,
as if the floor grew arms to catch her.
The music never gets to grow or soar through the air;
the violins screech to a halt and the echo of notes still linger in the air,
only intensifying the still and the silence.
The spotlight, lying bleekly on her body,
cuts out and the stage is dark and ominous.
Pull the curtains.
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