Still Breathing

They were, all of them, in tears. Wailing, their feet torn to rags, their angelic blood spraying in all directions. At first it had been relatively easy, there was plenty of room to spread one's wings, to keep most of one's weight off of the pin; but then the others had come. The others had come and there was no room for wings to spread, no way of refuting the awful law of gravity that was the cause of so much pain, no means of gaining even a moment's respite from the awful, driving pain of the dance.