Losing the Passion

     Upon tip-toes, she flew to her last fall. Like an angel without wings, she dared to dance until her very last breath. Each element within her legs tensed as she tediously executed each move. Every muscle contained by her flowed with her emotions, and her emotions with the music. This was her love, her one desire. In the arms of the pain she wanted to pass.
     She cried bloody tears of joy mixed with the ache of the knowledge of what would become of this. Her wounds would never heal, thus she danced until her demise on stage. The entire world would know of her beauty, her devotion, her passion. No one being would ever dance without whispering her name.
     Her body quickly diminished through the exiting wounds, but with all her strength she gracefully allowed herself to be pushed by the wind of her accompanying instruments. The flutes and violins like a hurricane to her thinning body. She slid along the pool of her blood until her ankle finally broke.
     Falling, she landed with such elegance that all thought it was part of the performance. Who knew that such morbidity could cause such joy for the audience? All smiled as she sat there slowly moving her arms with the movements of the melody. Lost to blissful thoughts she slipped into her last sleep. Her own blood filling her lungs as she laid there, unable to move from her elegant fall.
                            Rescue me tonight, love me back to life…