Here we go again with another prompt courtesy of the dealer,
. You can check out his story here.This was a tricky one to work with because it was extremely difficult to settle on a particular direction. You could circle back to this well again and again and again, I think. (And who knows, I just might.)
Enjoy,
c.d.
lies
You attempt to wield me in service of selfish ends, ignoring that I am not a tool but an affliction. Poor, deluded fool that you are, you seek to exploit me… but you forget yourself. I cannot be used. Only unleashed.
I am the bedrock of politics, the Church, and failed marriages.
Father of fraudsters. Mother of sin.
And you… you forget yourself. You run to me as if I could offer hope; solace; shelter; a balm for what ails.
I shall give no such thing.
A honeyed tip, I might possess… but my roots… my roots are pure poison.
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"Circle back to it again and again..." indeed. Dante-esque and Bosch-ish. Good stuff.
Genius!