Under the night sky I twist and turn my body, swirling and dancing to the beat of my own heart
I look up into a blanket of black and see tiny sparks of fire, they softly fall to the ground like sweltering snow...
My bare feet move gracefully in the tall grass as the fire beside me soars higher, becoming the beast it is, but it does not seek to harm me, but to protect me from spirits that are unwelcome, that only wish to destroy the beauty I myself have created...
The air is thick with the smell of rich spices, exotic scents from a foreign place, I breathe in deeply, for it is intoxicating
I stretch my arm back and pluck a branch off a pine tree, I toss it into the fire , hearing the pop and crackles
I dance until my limbs are sore, and whisper to myself "I do not need love anymore"
Onto a warm blanket I crawl, Until I am swept away by a wave known as "Sleep"... |
Submission Name: The beauty I create
