Angelina Raimondi
Everyone is dancing through the sounds of harmonic melodies.
The soft sounds trickle through the skins of all the people.
The broken,
The poor,
The happy,
The strong,
Through despair and suffering.
The music holds them together closely in her soothing embrace.
They mold into her skin and allow their bodies to flow throughout space and time.
Dancing off what once was and what will never be again.
Moving their limbs in an attempt to resurrect feelings that are shoved deeply down their throats.
The thoughts that hide away as time crudely carries on.
Hand in hand, spinning round and round in attempts to forget the holes that cannot be filled in their hearts.
Praying to a God above—that the music never leaves their ears.
That it plays til the sun explodes and the earth disintegrates.
Knowing that when the soothing melodies slow down, they will be only left with the silence of their own breaths.
Hearts beating out of their chests,
Cheeks flushed and warm to the touch,
And the forever desire to hold what they once used to hold.