Glued bottoms of my feet,
can't move off the floor.
Darkness rises above me,
and taunts me, chanting dance.
My limbs move on their own,
It's out of my control.
With perfect time I swirl and leap,
my strings twist and pull.
My right arm goes up. The more I resist,
the more my wrist burns.
The chill up my back is their gleeful stare,
but I can't look behind me or turn.
Run, leap, flip, land.
No breaks in between.
Land, fall, break, die.
No, no breaks for me.
My body goes numb, and I drop to the ground,
facing my head to see.
Behind me, frozen figures holding still.
One moment, then all begin dancing.
