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Nov 2018
Cure me
Hurried energy
Churn inside
Exploding through flying limbs
Arching back

Turn me around
And around
And around

Stop

Soft fingertips
Caressing the air
Silk against my skin
Wrap me in comfort
Catch me
Safety net

Anxious thoughts
You cannot reach me
I am empty
Music fills my gaping soul

Every nerve
Connected
Intertwined
Stretching to each distal end
Drawing thoughts
Swirling through each wire
Conducting electric currents
Bursting out with each
Articulated
Isolated
Movement

These thoughts lay dead on the floor

Collapsing
Gasping
Sweating
I have won

I am alive
A great dancer once told me that she continues to dance because it is cheaper than therapy
Written by
Marissa  19/F
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