Driven to Dance

Alone I take a step,

I grow larger by the movement,

Each twirl throws me forward in time.

The normality of it entices another step.

I twist around to face another,

The stranger grabs ahold of me,

His touch is cold, burning my skin,

He’s leading now, urging us to spin again.

A new face is now in toe; stepping and sliding along with me, pushing the cold man into the darkened corners of the room,

A beautiful creature made of porcelain, perfected warm,

Encapsulated by his eyes, evergreen and hypnotizing,

His lips press against my neck pulling me closer against him.

Another woosh as I birl once more, the man is older than before, and I as well it seems,

He tries to sweep me off my feet, but a cold breeze grabs him away from me,

Into the dark I step alone.

I whirl around again and again, hoping the man returns, desperate for his light, it only grows darker still,

I’m panicking, picking up speed as I rotate faster and faster,

I cannot see and it’s getting colder.

I step again, embraced by the cold one once more,

I push and rip my hands away, they burn from his touch,

A sickly grin sticks to his face as I wheel about and step away, he catches my hand and pulls me back in, whispering my name.

I let him hold me, let him lead, my bones so tired of spinning. I step one last final time, the cold man disappears,

I close my eyes and hold my breath, I no longer feel cold. I don’t feel anything.