Conflagration
She swung around on the stage, twisting her body with the flow of a breeze, pirouetting, along the wooden floorboards; she beamed with a light radiating out of her; an audience had gathered around her performance watching in a sort of shock as she ate up the stage; her fingers reached high to the rafters, her tongue licked the air, her outfit of orange and yellow dazzled in the fall night; she had never felt more alive, plié after plié she consumed the structure; smoke rose off of her as the crescendo of crackling came to its peak; she bowed as she was showered with crystalline praise and ended her number.
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