Liquid Dance

she dances to the sound of records
she's all alone but doesn't mind because the music is intoxicating
her feet are heavy
she is weighed down
like anchors to her feet
some physical
some emotional
her scars are bright purple
fresh but beginning to heal
she must dance
there is war
"why won't they help?" she asks
but who will help?
who will support her training for battle?
but they are...
her dance is mechanical, robotic, lifeless
her children are the only thing that keeps her dancing.
she is blinded by the bright lights and mirrors
something catches her eye
it's shiny
it's liquid...
it's painfully numbing.
her dance becomes lose and sloppy...