Fragments

Trice Under the lights, amongst the jazz shoes, blistered feet and caked faces of the dance troupe, you pretend you're someone else. The melody begins and your body responds. You allow it to weave into your skin until it's made itself home in your soul. It is that dance that drives you. It is that dance that will continue to save you. It is that dance that will release you. Until him. Until your heart can no longer shut him out, even after he's pushed you away. You can't let him in again, c...