Save me

A broken, Prima ballerina. She's spinning. Spinning. Spinning. UNFOCUSED. She's falling and you can see it through her closed...OPENED? Eyes. As she licks her brand, she finds her 90 degree Junoesque type of beauty once again. Twisted. Her words are walking on tender toes. She fell and is now drowning in his and her gore. But, "I'm the only one who needed saving." Stay. Clear. Flat-------ed.