Sounds harmless enough until
you realize I have discovered
the thoughts you failed to share
but I miraculously uncovered.
Whether or not you actually think it,
I will hold you to the words
I’ve put inside your head
because, for me, all lines are blurred.
I’m not a trained psychologist,
though I’ll dissect every expression –
like a natural intuitive biologist –
without restraint or apprehension.
A little Alfred Hitchcock,
mixed with a little bit of Zen,
I’ll first tear apart your soul
and then I’ll stitch it back again.
Don’t feel bad about it for
I hold the keys to this universe,
and frankly it’s my prerogative
to destroy you in and out of verse.
So be careful with the twinkle
you have gleaming in your eyes,
and be weary of your walk and holding
your head down or way up high,
let your fingers not point carelessly,
let your face not turn a shade of red
or I’ll be sure to fill in for you,
what you’ve clearly left unsaid.
Written for Dungeon Prompts: Our Magical Powers
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