With the flick of my fingers
Death dances about in
Bright orange and blue
Twisting, turning.

The dancers make their
Way to the floor
Engulfing it.

They grow greater until
I can feel their hands grab
At my ankles and
Gracefully continue to grow.

I find myself paralyzed
Hypnotized by the performance
The agony and peril exhilarating

The dancers move about me
Their grey breath suffocating me
They leap across they walls
Landing with a sharp snap

Their partners, the wood
Falling rapidly
People are screaming
Cheering for the dancers
Climbing about them.

When abruptly I find
Myself in a place
Where I can watch the dancers

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