Bellerina

My heart races with anger faster than a ballerina twirls on her feet. Tears roll down my flushed cheeks to the tiny tips of my fingers. They gently strum the strings to replay the tune of my life. It plays harder and deeper within my skull to my brain, like a siren that warns you to leave. Escape the world of danger and flee to safety. Safety in his arms. Bursting out into sadness, my heart speaks all that was trapped beneath me. I sing until i find my way out of her spnning spiral . Stopping to be seen by my audience. Arms are open. The strings of the siren stop. In his arms, i am safe...