Nicole Mousicos

Don't Stop The Dance

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Behind its flame, she leaned against her forearms, eyes wide open and bright red, having not slept in days. Regardless, she remained fixated on the window. The hills were illuminated by moonlight, scattered with twisting trees. The lights hummed above her head like fruit flies around rotten flesh. Her arms and legs prickled with pins and needles, her neck ached, but she couldn’t turn away. Every time she had, it had caught her. And she couldn’t be caught again.