The End.

Look at us. Who woulda thought?

You Should Be Uncomfortable- By Ashe C

The last thing he saw.

That eye-her eye, lingering in his final thoughts.

Time and time again

His advisors told him

That those little people he ruled over…

Their admiration

Had turned to acrimony

When they picked him

To rule the one world, the new world order,

He made promises

That he knew

He would not keep

But the people were dumber

Than they had ever been

They were lost,

Faint of heart.

Lost in mental silence,

They demanded a king

And received a dictator

Perhaps the leader

They ultimately deserved.

At any rate

There was a still a pearl

To be found

In the mouth

Of this rotting oyster world

The greatest hope for this lost society

They named her Pearl

For that reason

The Old Prophetess, who’s very existence

Was banned

Told the brave few

Who resisted the system

That one like Pearl

Would come

And save the world

From itself

For better

Or

For worse.

But the suffering.

It would end.

The child was born

With only the moonlight

Illuminating her face

A chill went up the spine

Of the doula

For the child was silent

And staring into her very soul.

The mother gave her to the Old Prophetess

For the child unnerved them all

Thus pearl began her path her learning

As soon as she was weaned

Sixteen years later

As the Old Prophetess took her last breath

She told her precious Pearl

that it was time

Flash forward

Four years

Pearl has made it,

To the compound

Of their “king”

As he had

Proclaimed himself

Soon after

The fools gave him all

Pearl sacrificed much

Her allies were all dead, save two

And they were in different corners of the room

With little time left

Pearl

Was missing her

Right arm

Left eye

And Glock

But the “king”

Was missing his guards

For somehow

These vagabonds

Made it this far

And so he thought

Surely he

Could handle this malnourished child

The audacity of her

To believe she had any power

Let alone

Power over

Him

And yet

Haha.

Pearl had faced many adversaries

Who fought for this man

As he left their families destitute

And shipped them home

In sacks

And so

Pearl decided

That it was better for them to all be free

Instead of alive

She waited

For her friends to expire

And smiled at this ‘“king”.

He came toward her but stopped,

When the right eye began to glow

And he realized

He could not move

The eye got brighter

The room became hotter

And he could feel

His flesh

Melt away

The walls ignited

The paintings were melting

Metal dripped just

Like wax

Right before

The supernova

Sacrifice,

Pearl informed him

That if the people—!

Could not rule their world,

Then no one would.

The End.