Curse
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When I umasked the gods, they were not happy. That I recognized them as what they are: Petty thiefs, adulterers, murderers.

They cursed me to see. Because I was then so happy to know, I'd now see through everything, see every weave and pattern others wouldn't see. That would teach me.

And it taught me.

I am living at the fringes. Warning, always warning. Always the doomsayer. Seeing black where others see white. Seeing doom, where others see opportunity.

I am a stealer of opportunities, equally despised everywhere.

Nobody wants to hear. About climate change. About the fires to come. About the city being razed. About this wooden horse on the beach.

#microfiction #maybe_poetry