Starling

I will dance. I will use everything I have left in these tired bones. My moves will be perfect, my timing precise. I will stand up in this jail cell with my last bit of energy if I must. I will use my scratched legs and broken arms and I will preform the most beautiful dance these walls have ever seen. It will be to my own music. No one else will hear it, but I know it by heart. I will use this last ounce of strength and point my toes and throw my arms in the air.

They can't get to me. They can't.

I will dance.