Tourism...
and the news came down today, he's back in town again
and all eyes are on you waiting to see what you're gonna do
you freeze the moment stop time and steel yourself
they can smell fear you know so you must not show that you are afraid
you must not show that you care they cannot know that you have a heart
a heart that longs and grieves and is bottomless in want
the crystals run through your veins
your muscles now rigid and your skin now numb
the eyes harden and look like the father
time starts again there is nothing that reaches the outside now
and they wait for her to take him on
to be glorious victorious resplendent in righteous revenge
and the knowledge of the battles locked away behind the grey stone
covered in the blood of those who begged the librarian
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and the world stops and coughs
she opens her eyes and finds herself searching through the meadow for something,
someone? a girl, who is she?
and the sky darkens and a voice tells her "you have come into the wrong world,
this is not your home"
"where am i?" she asks
"you were caught in the void and you found the wrong door.
go back and climb the steps again. stand on the seventh step and open the latch.
enter your own world and leave this one alone."
"how did i get here?" she asks.
no one answers her, and suddenly ahe is afraid
as the sky further darkens to purple
catherine, she thinks, i was looking for catherine....
- Mallory, 10.02.00