Free Style Defense

Cracked windows impale my eye sockets
As I dance, and I dance,
To feed the storm. Though I cannot see,
I dance,
And the storm screams.

Crushing winds fling boulders at my spine,
And I dance.
Lightning strikes and my flesh melts from my body.
I dance,
And the storm erupts in fury.

I dance as every limb is torn from my near cadaver,
My arms rise in the air as I spin faster
And faster,
Creating my own storm,
A whirlwind of dance.
I look straight into the eye of the attacker,
Laughter bounces off my bone and hits the storm,
And it cries, cries for mercy.
And I dance.

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