She sat in the dark… cold, wet…
No one cared where she was…
Alone, the smiley face was dirty, disfigured…
It’s like a curse.. they are to be smiling forever,
Even if the heart is breaking down,
Even if tears are running, pouring, shattering deep down in the soul…
And then, they came…
Knocking… like a magic wand…
Suddenly, she could move. But she didn’t want to…
For she knew, that, is the collector…
The ultimate fate, of unwanted toys, of ignored souls, of abandoned heart…
For she knew, that, moving means, she no longer has any purpose in this world
This beautiful, enchanting, world, with the person she loved, and still loves…
She heard them, getting closer…
No…she whispered…
Such a beautiful voice, she realized…
No…
He came… dark in the eyes… so deep… you can’t feel anything…
So suffocating, it’s like, drowning in the swarm… every single struggle, makes you sink even more…
Come with me…. Deep voice, and a lot of noises, from broken toys behind him…
Why… why can’t you take me… she cried…
Why did you leave me…
Raindrops… tears… she never knew she can have tears…
Why...
A sway of the stick, she stood up, like an uncontrolled puppet..
She moved clumsily, with distorted arms and legs…
Towards the collector, his followers, and the toys….
They were screaming, yelling…some laughing… some stared at her… like a hungry hawk onto the dying lamb…
She couldn’t fight it…
Slowly…the pink dress turned into grey…
Blond hair became black…
Blue eyes became lifeless…
Everything is black, white and grey…
She’s no longer smiling…
Everything has been forgotten…
She’s never been cleaner, even cleaner than when she just got unpacked…
She’s one of them now….
And thus, they went on…
To another broken heart, another forgotten soul….
inspired by, 'the dance'
dance choregraphed by Mia Michael, so you think you can dance, season 4
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