Pillow Princess

She doesn't help to clear the tables.
Other people make her nervous.
She abandoned her beloved ballet
At twelve.

She doesn't ask 
When she doesn't know.
Her lithe smooth lines and curves are natural.
She doesn't have to work for them.
She simply doesn't eat.

She's sure the weighty world
Has broken her.
The years all lost their feet,
No longer dancing blithefully.
She hasn't got a lot to say.
She's able but too shy,
And now she hardly cares.

She's found herself a constant,
A life that seldom sways.
She has no sense of rhythm,
Grasp of beat.
At night
She simply lies.

- 10/8/25

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