Dance of the Dead (Spoken Word)

Pounding...

This upbeat-beat won't stop-

It's sound.

Wound-

So tightly around-

My pulsing muscle's clenched veins.

This rain's

Leaving a rhythm!

I could dance-

Chance my-

TAP TAP TAP

Fighting back against this-

Wow, POW! BAM!

This tap tap tapping

Won't STOP.

And I've got-

To

STOP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

This liquid laugh-

Laughs-

Laughter

Flowing down.

I tremble.

This beating-

Retreating-

Pleading

Heart won't stop stop-

STOP.

Beating like feet tapping on tile.

All the while,

I float in and out of breaths

Like they're going out of style...

Like a bird chirp-

Chirping-

Lurking-

Deep within the pulsing.

Pushing..

Can't stop-

STOP. STOP.

Dancing and singing

Though ringing

Sounds

Go round

Inside of my ears.

Fear!

Fighting

And Biting

To just stop

This writhing!

Whispers in my ear...

And I fall, fall-

Stall!

Don't dance! Ignore that pound-

Pound-

Pounding sound.

Beat that beating,

And its tempting little-

TAP TAP TAP-

What a great beat

Captured in a body.

I fought the war, and the war

won.

Won't

STOP.

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