February

A smile.

My teeth glisten in the dull lighting of the building

And I hear my name echo.

Sera…

Sera…

Sera…

It feels as if my stomach is twisting inside, like a soft pretzel

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And my grin fades away.

My feet stand planted in the ground,

and I can’t move.

But then the music starts playing.

The beat starts to pound in my own heart

And I can feel the rhythm all around me.

I dance like nobody’s watching

And smile from ear to ear when “nobody” puts their hands together and clap,

Making their own rhythm.