Lynette Mejía

The Dancer

Stitched with the sinews
of the dead, my limbs
awkward but strong
I move, falling softly
out of time with the music
that's been composed for me.

Eyes cast downward, I
watch and count the steps;
my joints stretching, longing, inadequate,
carrying the ache of the damned.

Lynette Mejía writes science fiction, fantasy, and horror prose and poetry from the middle of a deep, dark forest in the wilds of southern Louisiana. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, the Rhysling Award and the Million Writers Award. You can find her online at