A little bird flew toward the horizon a l o n e wings fluttering, gliding d i p p i n g into wind to catch sea spray made by her need to brush a g a i n s t tension as she made her way somewhere intuitive
The mist cooling her warmed feathers warmed tendons little muscles not yet t e a r i n g from having to take
F l i g h t
into bright cavern on an island
There, weary plump hands s c u l p t a pair of blue jade eyes in silence as wind echoes the words... that someone is y o u
in lush forest, fully formed as chrysalis breaks E m e r g e a soft pink femme revealing feet parallel holding still, s t o n e like to loosen on exhale, melting into green paint bending willow r o s e into en pointe
A dancer of ballet, of mind
Disciple of
sharp angles fall apart into curving grace t e a r i n g in chainés spinning, faster, faster spinning o u t…
Delicate collapse into bed of feathers hiding expressions of pain her pulsing heartbeat c r y i n g o u t for you
as heavy curtains fall darkness envelops severing her life line
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 