emmaleems:

Allow me to get into character.

Just a moment, dear. Only to wash my face
with water from the Styx and pluck hair
like memories from my skull.

Let’s begin. Dance your way
up the riverbank in counts of two and
don’t forget that choreography, now. Don’t forget
the music.

Did I mess up the footwork? I’m sorry,
I didn’t realize you were leading. Can we go again?

Oh, wait. They’re bringing the ghost lights out on stage now.
I told them to wait just a little longer, but I guess they didn’t listen.
They’re putting them right where I stand, love.

Yes, I know the show is tomorrow. I guess
I’ll just practice in the dark.

Eurydice at the Opera House || Emma-Lee M.