My world was painted for me long ago. The brushstrokes titled “Your Significance”. The colors hypnotize me, blind me, mesmerize me.
All crowd around me and carve their cravings unto my skin. I am lost in my own mind, lost in all I see. The prophet speaks, his booming words directed at them, directed to me, drawing me onward and downward. I am baptized in fire and rise a vessel ready to be filled with their desires. Was I wrong to play along, paralyzed by what my eyes saw? The laughter, the joking, why am I here? The only things I own are taken from me: my body, soul, and mind.
The air is coated with heavy desire and I shrink under the weight. I feel no fear. No, not any more. The fear now lives in my DNA, taking residence in my muscles, my bones, my blood. I lost myself and my senses long ago. My purpose is etched in my mind as I look in their eyes. Their painting is forever reflected in mine.