I'm Here Now But You're All Going To Regret It

Let Her Dance

In the hours of witches and stars,
See how she is perched on a windowsill, quiet and ready for them to pull down to earth and give her a reason for all humanity's suffering
Watch how her journals fill with words and words beyond words and those even beyond:
With a solemn sense of knowing she'll always be slightly off-kilter
Of knowing what she is working for but not being taken seriously- it's a weird sort of understanding and not understanding what you're meant to do

In the mornings when time is moving once again
See how she panics- her attempts to pause once again failing
See how the hallways she walks down bend around her existence to poke fun at her flawless body
See how she shivers and tightens her grip on the layers of jackets coving her from the chill of late winter-spring:
Like someone who has become used to being slightly uncomfortable their whole life
See how she does nothing to change this

Feel the way the blankets she covers her body with only protect from external agitation
The soap she uses in the shower to wash away the dirt from her hair doesn't soak in to cleanse her mind
The way she hugs people reminds her that she doesn't like to be touched, but how much she appreciates the closeness of the action
And is it odd that she would still want to find someone to fall back on in painful moments when she remembers that nearness of comfort just out of reach?

She falls when she dances too hard-
Stumbles and trips and falls down but laughs and presses up from the ground
Because she's been told how bad she is but she's still feeling amazing
See how she's still dancing:
Beautiful as always with her hands not bothering to wipe the sweat from her forehead or push the stray hairs from out her face

She's still dancing like she was months ago- like years ago maybe and that's just how she likes it
See how the music has stopped but she's still bobbing her head and twisting her shoulders and shaking her hips and sliding on her feet:
Like there has never been anything else but dance- like this is the first and last time she will move to silence
Like this is the first and last time she will have any ground as solid as the flooring that creaks under her steps
See how you have no control over this beauty- it is not your choice
Anymore

She will dance