IN THE DANCE ROOM

Dark feet kicking dust into rigid corners 

A language only known within these walls

Suppressed energy seeping through tiny cracks 

in between, and through, the bricks that built this space 

spilling out onto the streets 

creating a dashing medley with moonlight

Passersby's have no idea what they’re walking in

traipsing through stories 

Some feet track these sentiments home 

Heartbreak, excitement, dreams, and resentments 

slipping through the cracks of their floors

These stories’ relationships with these walls 

ain’t as sacred as they seem

Not all held, some spilt 

Times aren’t as simple,

And words reverberate through the dancer’s mind 

trying to claim the heart 

Kicking dust into the rigid corners 

grants a piece of mind, or at least a shedding 

Emotions seep through the black skin

dark feet gliding in sweat, painting the Marley 

Lightness and heaviness stroking this way and that 

A lighter body, slippery floor

A reflection conjured by the exhausted gloss

A mirror

Hovering right above the body, 

an invasive shadow

telling more truth than the dancer ever could