Dancing Girls

the dancing girls twirled a tumult of rich colors their restless feet move across the marble plane spinning endlessly on tiring toes gold skin glistening in the firelight feverish eyes flashing bloodred skirts flying the drums intensify forcing the girls to incredible motion twirling faster than they thought possible the lack of air burns through their bodies if they stop, they die if they dance, they die the music ends with a resounding clash dancers collapse in graceful forms sucking air in painfully they rise and twirl out of marble hell to await tomorrow night when they shall dance again