by Stephanie Horne
It comes out of nowhere, this unwelcome dance partner.
It grabs me by the wrist, and spins me onto the dance floor,
this dance floor of doubt, fear, confusion, and anger.
I try clumsily to pull my wrist free and escape.
It leans in and grabs me by the shoulders.
It twirls me, pulls me in closer, and dips me down low.
Breathless, I struggle to break free.
It takes the next dance, uninvited and unwelcome.
This unwelcome dance partner comes out of the darkness, seemingly from nowhere.
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