Dance! Dance! Dance!
I don't know how but I need to but there's an inability but there's a NECESSITY (flash fiction)
I don’t know how to dance. Sometimes there’s the sense of needing to, needing to, but the steps won't come. The feet won't move, too scared. My hands are numb and my feet are spun, spun into yarn and used to knit a scarf. A scarf that I will wear and so I must be careful, for if I spin I will surely be strangled.
But the need to dance, there's the need to dance. There's flame inside that keeps me going, but it comes in brief bursts and it leaves the blood burning. Not boiling, no, not boiling. It congeals and then it’s set on fire. Red red goop like oil on fire.
Need to dance, there's a need to dance. I could scratch my face and let the need flow out. I could take a leech, let them suck it out. Or I could dance dance dance, who cares about the life, I could risk strangulation, I don't care at all about life. I have no face, I have no name, but yes I do, but yes I don’t. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. I’ll just dance. It doesn’t matter. I must scratch and scratch and scratch if I want the need to leave (please leave!!) but that’s no way of living, may as well make the last moments truly living.
So I’ll dance! I’ll dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!