Chapter and Verse

The story began quietly, as they always do.

A pact, a moment of wanted influence.
More than words on a page.
The prologue, long forgotten.

Now, we come to the next chapter.
The investment is greater.
I write in the margins.
I circle, and then I pause.

The tone changes.
The undercurrent shifts.

It’s no longer about character.
It’s about transparency.
Drop the veil and see what happens when you read on.
There is nothing to confess, and everything to admit.

Lines, highlighted for subtext.
Notes, scribbled furiously.
If I play it right…
If my aim is true…
I will dictate my story.

Is it neverending?
God I hope so…
But for now can I extend it…

One…

More…

Verse.