‘True, I’ve felt its desire to lure you here, too. But now that you are here, I believe it recognises who will be more beneficial to it.’ He looks at me, his fake smile fading. ‘You think it’s me stopping you from using your powers? Guess again. The Stone doesn’t want you interfering with my plans, and it especially doesn’t want that,’ he nods to the First, ‘roaming around so close to it either. Like any rational being, the Stone fears its destruction, and one clumsy step from that monstrosity will most likely shatter it into a thousand pieces.’
Day: March 27, 2017
Uncovered (draft)
Why should my sensitivity
be a sign
of who I am?
Why
should I be measured by
the bruises I bear
from a night of unrest,
when all I asked for
was hospitality?
Why would you seek
to drug me
with pea-sized pills
and force me to climb
the innerspring tower,
when a simple question
would so easily give
rest to your doubts?
Don’t take my truths
as acceptance
of your hand.
If you had
seen me
first, I may have reconsidered.
The cover has been
removed from you, not me.
Your chance has been spoiled:
blind
desire has that effect.
You will
see.
Treeshallow Musings 