Dance Apocalyptic
Published in
Sep 27, 2021
Suddenly,
before my eyes,
a fight for life.
Or maybe simple apprehension in letting go.
We succumb to the unseen poison,
our spastic movements erupt in rhythm,
as we waltz with a phantom reaper.
Her bottom points toward the sky,
down and up on cue,
calling forth the rain.
It won’t be long now.
Forgive me-
killing what had not harmed me.
An exorcism of life and demons,
on backward bent knees.
