Dancing Queries

A Dance with the Devil, a Date with Death

I have never been afraid of death.

Wary of it, yes

But curious, nonetheless.

And I guess curiosity might finally kill the cat.

Only this time, satisfaction can’t bring it back.

Is it wrong that there is a part of me too loud to ignore that would be okay with that? 

That would welcome that outcome.

Yet, another part of me is just as loud, and she rages against the idea of an end. 

Fights with tooth and nail until she’s bloody

But the opponent is inevitable, the only thing that the determines how long you will fight is time.

Time is the thing to fear most.

Time allows you to believe you own it, you have it.

But it is nothing more than a handful of sand.

The more you try to grab and possess

The more of it that slips through your fingers, 

Right back into the hourglass.

Back into the fold, isn’t that how the story goes?

Polvo eres y a polvo volverás, no?

That’s the silent part of me, the one who weighs the most.

Who steadies the devil on my shoulder, and stifles the battle angel in my soul.

She waits, for truth, for confirmation, for the answer.

Be it received now or decades down the line, she simply waits as acceptance and denial murmur words to sway her. 

To tilt the scale one way or the other

To react.

But silence is nothing more than the absence of sound.

She is my anchor of peace in a world that is too loud.

She does not fear death, nor does she embrace life, she merely exists. 

And for now, that is enough.