Dancing through a pitch black room,
the music wraps around her like the ribbons
that lace up her legs.

Lilacs taint the still air. Mixing with the smell
of sweat from her determined brow.

Whipping in circles,

One

Two

Three

Four

Her spirits rise
and something like a smile
sparks through the darkness.

Five

Six

Quicker now, as the tempo rises.

Seven

Eight

Thoughts of her competition
leak into her brain.

Nine

Ten

Eleven

She breaths in the movements,
connecting her soul to this art form.

Twelve

Thirteen

No one wants this more than
her.
.
Fourte - crack.

And just like that it’s over.

Dancing through a pitch black room,
the music wraps around her like the ribbons
of pain lacing up her ankle.