She danced a dance of hot flush, cold shivers , of rage and soothing. She danced the last dance of fertility .. a last dance to a long lost goddess; a deity that existed thousands of years ago , when we were hunters.
Dance in a white slip under a crimson red light in an empty space.
Dance to the tune of a crying piano, a weeping violin …
Yet dance to the tune of raging hormones.
Dance in memory of the last egg.
Dance till you feel in peace ..
Dance till you are covered in sweat