Awe;

People look at her in awe.

She cuts through the stage, sliding her toes like blades against metal

The audience is her long lost friend and her enemy as well.

She thrashes her body and strangles the air with rapid fistful movements.

A chemical—A chemical her body has become,

Reacting to the lights and the floor with anger.

It’s not enough, it’s not enough—she believes.

So, she begins her strides again and with incomparable perfection,

She slashes the floorboards racing against whatever’s left to compete with.

Nothing’s enough; nothing’s enough—nothing.

Enough’s enough, but enough is nothing.

Suddenly, the beam’s on her, and the admiration overwhelms her ears.

The knives drop from her palms as she realizes that finally—

Finally, she dances.