| Center Stage I walk into the room, the linoleum floor scuffed by countless feet that move in shuffle ball changes; the smell of stale sweat hangs in my nose like sweet perfume. It invokes pictures that dance behind my eyes of feet that point to hell, and hands extended to heaven. Hair shimmers like sunshine, mixes with the sheer purple chiffon that swirls around my body, which moves like flames in a courtship of air and heat, exudes the aura of sex and innocence within the same heartbeat. The light shines like the noon sun, blinds me so that at the end of my stage lies an abyss that must be seduced. My body straight, muscles strain to reach the angels, hands move in the personification of beauty and music; I take the two worlds into one body. Behind the curtain I fall on knees already bruised in supplication. I walk into the room and smile down at feet malformed by shoes made of wood and silk. |