will

In my mind, there’s a place we go.

Where we don’t know, but we will. I picture myself in the midst of a crowd, not knowing. It’s safe to not know. I’m safe, I’m surrounded by the people who can tell me I know everything I need. I do, like I always have. So I’m free.

They know, and I know. So I dance, like there’s no tomorrow. I dance, like I’m safe. I can feel my pulse doing overtime. The beat shaking my bones, vibrating through my core, I’m swaying and swayed. I trust you, I always have.

But then, goosebumps, there’s a presence I can’t pinpoint, but I can feel it. But then, a shadow fills my soul. Fills the room. Grabs my hips. Moves me, through space and time. Swallows me whole.

But then, we’re dark. We’re wrong, we’re twisted. We are dangerous. But that’s not true. You’re dangerous.

Where’s my will?