Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady rainthough the willows in bittersweetsay Jointhe brash the. I had power. I could wrap her in magic. She couldn’t stop it. She was bluffing. It had to be a bluff. Just confidence. Arrogance.But there was no fear as she raised the cane. She did not respect my magic. She knew I had it and didn’t care. Was it the confidence that she could stop my magic, or a bluff to keep me fearful? The rattan slashed down.I reacted.Wind swirled, seizing the cane and ripping it from her grip. She hissed, stumbling forward. I threw the cane to the side and sent the air to.Read More
