A fanatical lyrical dance

 

A mystery. A storyline. A muddle

A lyrical dance.

She swept her arm across her shoulder and down to her knees

She delicately turned her head and rolled her eyes down to the floor

Through her countenance stories were unfold

Pain

Rage

Fretfulness

Tormented soul

All gathered into a mold of innocence

A virtue that turned into a victim

An oppressed soul

A product of a conventional society

 

Brought up in an illicit home

Wondering when will the pain stop her enormous ach

When will she be able to flee?

She threw her head sadistically

Stressing upon her rage

While she turned in circles

That divided. Knotted

The circles doubled

She's no longer in control

Lyrical

Ironic

Masochistic

 

Turning into a hurricane

No longer does her mental and physical entwine

Now there dissonant

The strings broke, the sound got wiry

You can see the aggravation in the faces of each and everyone of the crowd

But she refused to stop, turning in a faster pace

 

Climax.

 

She falls

Surrounded by the cause

Carnivores that won't ever leave

Coming to watch her collapse

And there she lies declaring her defeat

The stagger of a graceful lyrical dancer

 
She can no longer hear the drums

Her heart beats no longer harmonize with the beating of the rain

She has lost her grace

While trying to find her way out of this tousled strangled maze

Heartbroken through another wage of crusade

Running against the masters of war

Struggling through the sounds of the harmonica

She slowly turns her head round and falls on stage

No longer is she amusing

No longer is she charming

Now she's repellent

Vile.

Now they leave

They all leave the languished dancer on stage

Withering

Grieving

Sniveling

Fading

 

Oh what a fanatical lyrical dance.

Reviews

[Austin Smith]

What a crazy dance that had to have been indeed! It sounds distressing, in a depressing way. It's an overall great write.
Welcome back, by the way.