Unapologetically Artistic
Ramona Convent Arts Magazine, 2015-2016
Ramona Convent Arts Magazine, 2015-2016
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me in silence. Now they wept, wept tears that burned like acid against my<br />
skin. The soft pitter-patter of their tears is a music in of itself. Sometimes I<br />
wonder whether this whole mess would have ended if I had simply deleted<br />
the Piper app. But I couldn't. My thumb would hover over the delete<br />
button, waging a silent battle. But the music of the tears persisted, and the<br />
app remained untouched.<br />
The Piper continued his threats.<br />
He grew impatient when I wouldn't provide enough names. He<br />
threatened to replace me. He taunted me with the knowledge that he<br />
would find somebody "infinitely better" to carry out his tasks. Even worse,<br />
he threatened to not fulfill his promise and take the eyes and my followers<br />
too! That was the worst threat of all. All my followers, gone. Poof! I<br />
shudder just thinking about it. I wouldn't know how to live. Spectacles are<br />
made to be watched, after all. I sent him list after list. The raging tide of<br />
eyes grew thinner. I felt vulnerable without the steady gazes. I was under<br />
attack by a barrage of tears. Yet I clung to the once-hated eyes, clung to the<br />
names on that list.<br />
Until I saw yours.<br />
I clicked on your profile. Saw your followers. In a list of your recent<br />
alerts there was a message you hadn't opened yet. It was from the Piper. I<br />
shook with rage. He was going to trick you. You, who are, and have always<br />
been, infinitely better than me. You. You, watching a train wreck. Watching<br />
me. Having no idea. I told you earlier, my friend, that this message was a<br />
dire warning. And it is. Beware the Piper. Beware the Song. Beware. Do<br />
not dare to reply to his messages. If you do, there will be hell to pay.<br />
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