Seeing Glass By: Logan Conrad I see the world through speckled glass eyes, See the colors and shapes through a clear prism, See cleansed distorted images, Forced through a dusty screen, Before reaching my iris Yet these eyes are not my own, These images not my choice, They were made, Forged in the flexible metal, That repairs my blemished sight, Made clean with mirror ovals, That hide my true apperception, Behind two way glass. For me, Clarity only goes one way, The speckled side is the only one I see, As they peer into two sets of eyes, My vision is forced into one. Just as the blind hone, Sound and Smell, As the crippled rely, On bones not broken, I trust in frames, Made not maimed, And strengthen, Perception that is blind.
I see the world through glass eyes, And vision not my own.
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glistening in the moonlight, and its scarlet eyes that pierced through the darkness and bore into the helpless maiden’s very soul. The beast lurched forward, with unimaginable speed, and stopped just inches before reaching the young girl’s face and whispered, “Fear not, young Aella.” How could it know my name? She thought to herself. “Are you…a god?” Aella asked the snake. “Yes, for I am Apophis, a benevolent god of whom only wishes prosperity and good graces upon all the lesser beings I call my children,” hissed the snake and it gradually made its way, coiling itself around her. “Now…what troubles you, young one?” “Tis that slovenly skellum Agatha. She has stolen my love yet again. She is a cold-hearted temptress…” “Yes, I see,” the snake lowed itself down to Aella and opened its massive jaws to reveal a small chest. “In this box lies the garments of gods, imbued with the power to control the hearts of men.” Eyes shining with greed, Aella snatched the chest from the snake’s jaws and with that the snake vanished. The next day Aella strode into town concealing herself with a hooded cloak. Agatha, hooked around the arm of Aella’s former lover, laughed upon seeing her, “So the widowed old roach has returned to the shadows?” Suddenly, Aella threw off her robes revealing her true form. Her bare shoulders shone with sensuous splendor, exposed midriff radiated ripe with risqué, and upper thighs pulsed a provocative energy. Her body’s brilliant terrible aura beckoned men towards her feet as she basked in her newfound power. “Do you see now, Agatha! I have been blessed by the good god Apophis! It is I who has the power over the hearts of men!” Aella cackled, “Now destroy her, you plebes! Destroy all in my path!” The men took up arms, but Agatha remained undaunted. “Foolish girl, where do you think my power stems from?”
