one woman religion

She danced wildly, kicking up red dust and fighting the urge to let it settle onto her ankle bones. She swung her arms, grasping at air or shadows, whatever felt right to bring in. Rearing back like a stallion, she drew her eyes to the blue sky and the blazing sun kissed her cheekbones, beckoning golden undertones to shine on the skin’s surface.

She danced.

Wildly. Effortlessly. An assembly of all the essence of life and death, light and dark. She was free. Free.