"Tap and Rap a March" (Entry 348)

Drumming talons. 

Four beats then a bar. 

Staccato sharp. 

Fingers fortissimo. 

Hard,

Again and again and

It begins to annoy. 

Heartbeat joins to rhythm. 

Want it to stop. 

Realisation of the hand,

My hand disjointed. 

My fingers playing out the deathly dire,

The dark march. 

Unnoticed, until now. 

I flinch away and flex. 

Silence.