Prima Donna
alone
strictly practiced
discipline on cold tile
unforgiving
begin
swelling
rushing water
a raging orchestra
filling the tub
distract
curtsey
body halving
sing from the diaphragm
pink aria
splatter
bile
tinged symphony
heaving contortions peak
tear-stained passion
perfect
shaking
flushing applause
curtain call laced in sweat
prima donna
dying
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