Folding Thunder
Your storm was too much. Carefully, deliberately, like a dangerous secret you folded your thunder like paper, until it broke within you. You bent your force, hid the roar beneath your “right”, choking on the sigh. Beneath the compliance, you buried the flash under fog. How much power can one swallow to please?
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
You are reading dystopian fantasy poetry collection the Hush Halo. After the Great Optimization a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
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