Salome & Elijah, Written Composition, 2016
The flags were stagnant.
Longing to dance.
I was aching to aid them,
A premise not within my power.
For I was just a child, feeble in my meanderings.
Coveting for something so graciously unattainable.
Reluctant to fail, turning to a strange man for help.
Bearded. Unenthused. He declined.
Informing passers-by, that she was already dancing.
A pink slime.
adorned her face.
Oozing from pores.
She only danced in company.
Never just for me.
Speaking a dialect none comprehendible.
A methodology of distinctive features.
The melody of her tongue,
Lost in translation.
She was already dancing.