specks of dust dance in the air, illuminated by the sunlight spilling through the window. the curtains flutter, just barely, on a light breeze.
he holds out his hand. "dance with me," he whispers, his voice echoing in the vast space.
the chandelier above me seems to tremble; the shadows around me as if they are holding their breath.
I close my eyes, my breath escaping me in a sigh.
and then I take his hand.
YOU ARE READING
catharsis.
Poetrythe only demons I have the power to exorcise are my own. ✧ ©2018 Phoebe Cheong. All Rights Reserved.
