The Dancer

the feeling of hunger

would not subside

as she continued to twirl, continued to glide

no matter how deep or far down inside

she continued to hide 

a stomach of emptiness that she embraced daily

she continues to leap

knowing full well she should probably eat

which would end in her defeat

of watching her angelic figure thicken, broaden

outside of the modern

modelesque build

she was skilled 

at dancing on the toes of her feet 

and knowing when and when not to eat.

The End

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