NEW: dancing on empty roads

 

His eyes buckled as his pupils widened - the darkness of unseeing - filling the void. He was a journey in motion - limbs frantic - a wildness in his arms - a stuttering in his legs - music driving him through the void - the gap that he always held open - always held firm around him. His feet - naked - played with the hard crisp tarmac - his skinny legs - in black jeans - like a second skin - quivered in the night air. His hollow chest - wrapped in an ancient Alien Sex Fiend t-shirt from 1985 - swayed on hips of sapphire and steel. He smirked as he danced in silence on the empty road at the edge of town - music in his head - always in his head. He was seventeen - silent and wild - built for nothing but voids and happenstance.