In Will Alone

Take this pain of half-imagined never-afters,
salted earth and clinging strands of nightmare.
Take this pain and bind it, chain it, burn it to the page.
Unmake the world one letter at a time,
In blood, in ink, in will alone;
Fire-bright and frozen.

In a thousand voices scream against the silence,
the all-consuming nothing,
where dreams die in dust and fairy tales,
and force the story forward.

This is not so,
will not be so,
shall not be so…

And thus unmake the world.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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