The Waltz I drip and drop; I feel it flow from me, an unsteady current of energy, surging, purging gone. Now empty... I sleep, then repeat. Then, it's back on my feet. I dance, a wind-up doll; I waltz through the day and try not to fall into the trance that choreographs my steps and says I must walk this way.
-Nichelle Lei 5-22-16