Not so long ago a friend and I were out one evening and decided to dance, using this term especially loosely of course, and did so in the darkness of a Winter night beside a river. That same week a body was discovered in this river and this string of events hasn’t left my mind.

Our fingers traipsed
The glistening molecules
That made up a river
Turned by the moonlight
Into a stroke of jewels.

We danced in the darkness,
Felt beneath the sprinkled light
With breaths of cold
And bustle out of sight.

But under the veil of darkness,
Beneath the façade of springs
Laid a girl of no dance.

She lay as still
And as cold as the night
Under the cloak
Which stole her breath

Our ceiling was a
Crowded moonlight sky
But the only backdrop was death

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