I go through my many albums.
Records all lined up in perfect rows all together...
One catches my eye all of a sudden,
A flash of silver on the box and I took it out.
Inside, there was a... tortilla?!
I didn't believe my eyes, I even checked the album case but it was for sure, a tortilla.
So I did the next best thing, and put it on the record player, starting the song.

It began with the sound of guitar
And took my feet off the ground in swift strides.
The soft rattling of maracas came next, filling in the background.

My body felt light as the air around me as I danced
Flavorful colors filled the air and left a light bubbly feeling.
I danced my fears away
I danced those horrible memories away.

Everytime he undressed me with his eyes
Everytime she pointed her finger and screamed I was a harlot
A disgusting vile pig!

It all erased from my mind as I danced to the fiery beat of the music
Sweat had now dripped intensely down my forehead.
The beat kicked up faster and I began to move my feet faster to catch up.
Still moving effortlessly, still sweeping across the wood floor in a passionate dance.

He just buckled his pants up
He couldn't stop staring at me but with his lips and tongue.
The lustful eyes raked over my form but I didn't break.

The beat slowed down and then I felt as if my body was on fire.
Soon, the record player came to a stop
And I was there in the center, poised perfectly as if I were a ballerina.
My chest heaved with the effort
But things were better now
I felt the dance of my life coursing through my veins and healing the wounds that sprung from my skin.