Music Inspiration

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    There was a whole audience waiting out there for them. She placed her hand to her chest, feeling the thrum of her own heart below her palm. The exhilaration was ensnaring her in a fit of euphoria. A high she couldn’t help but chase. Whether it was the repetition of a song or a set. She chased this high all day and night. Now she stood on the precipice of fulfilling this yearning. She took an impossibly deep breath and held tight to the rope at her side. Waiting for the beat to drop before she soared out into the audience with a full-speed run and dive. The hoop she now clung to was thin beneath her fingertips but sturdy. At this moment, right now, she was infinite. The cheer and gasp of the crowd only fuelled her high. If she were able to burst into flame on command, she would in this very moment.

    Each beat thrummed through her body, and she twisted and flipped around the hoop. Her legs hook over and under, just as her instructor stressed. Falling from this height would end the performance, and that was the last thing she wanted. Eying the incoming swinging hoop, she stretched to her fullest. The stretch and pull of muscles and flesh in her stomach and back relished in this extension of her body. The crowd cheered in booming cascades as she let go to swing down just feet above their heads.

    Her high was falling now. The apathy returned tenfold. She could scream. Lash out. This sweet, sweet feeling of being on cloud 9 fizzled so spectacularly. Her lungs burned with her efforts making her gasp and wheeze. There were worse ways to die, right?


    She stood on the precipice, looking out over the raging ocean. She longed for that ocean. The crest of sharp and whitened waves. They cut and lashed along the rock face and shore. It raged, much like her body and mind raged against her. Who even was she anymore? She screamed into the violent whipping wind until her throat tore and bled. She would not leave a beautiful and silent corpse.

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