The realm of rhythm

The realm of rhythm

For the beats the pound in her head. They move like a drum through her veins. Moving everywhere around her whole body. Slowly they move to her heart. Pounding like a thousand drums. The rhythm moving around her body, from her fingers to her toes. She starts to jump with each drumbeat in her heart, one foot followed by the other. The joy within her whole body. Jumping around moving foot after foot, starting to spin all around from one foot to another. Slowly the movement of her jumps slowed.
Standing still as her hands lifted up to in front of her chest. Moving her arms and hands in wave like stance. Moving with the flow of the song. The rhythm being the movement of her body. She is the puppet on strings. Her body flowing like a wave against the shore of the beach. Twisting and intertwining her fingers together. Her body moving with the wind. Forcing between soul and rhythm. Her heart being tugged to each realm of the worlds. Her legs kicking, jumping, moving on there own. The strings started to form from her feet, her hands and up towards the skies. In fear she tried to run, the strings holding her back. Forcing her to move with the rhythms. With each jump she is trying to fight it. Trying to force from each side to side.
“What is that behind the tree?” she spoke. Her body being pulled over and over. Strings after strings, forcing and reforming. The drums getting harder, Beating heavier. All that is being able to be felt is the base. After fighting so long her body begins to go limp. The puppet master laughing at the victory of taking another soul to the realm of the rhythm.