And I danced

I get lost in the blinking lights of the casino. I float away in the haze of cigarette smoke and my thoughts ping like the slot machines.

Sweet alcohol slid through my veins.

I wiped the sweat from my brow. And a man looked at me.

You are faking it, he said.

What do you mean?

You dance like you have confidence. We both know you don’t have any.

I sat down.

I lit up a cigarette and stared at him.

I must have a tell. I am a terrible gambler.




Spider’s Silk

He started to unravel the rope, thread by thread. Until all that was left coming out of my heart was a single thread of spider’s silk. It’s one of the strongest materials on Earth. It could hold a car, or a building, and be taut.

There was a flash of the shears. Blood. But from me, not a single tear.

I blinked. He looks down.

He didn’t even know he was holding the scissors.

And his ocean of sorrow parted. He crashed and stormed and thundered around me. But I stood still. Unmovable. Still as stone.