The first line.
That’s all it can take. A statement.
Sometimes bold, sometimes not.
It is exactly what it needs to be.
It can grasp you, choke hold,
demanding to know who you are and why you’re reading it.
It can take your hand and guide you through.
It can push you, head-first, into another universe.
It can offer you a roll of the dice,
or a look into the mirror,
a table at the feast.
Leave you cold. Leave you warm. Leave you flustered.
Make you think you want to quit, then watch as you can’t bring yourself to.
Stamp itself into your mind. A tattoo you forget about
until you look over your shoulder.
An experience that will never vanish.