THE CITY OF BURDEN

AND OF THE BURDENED

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A VISITOR.

You are snapped out of sleep 

To sudden proximity

The brazier has gone dark

There is a bitter cold in the air

In the moonlight you see the silhouette 

Of your Keeper 

Sitting in your chair

In silence

She has never come inside your chamber

And you are unnerved

With her hand

She makes a repetitive motion

As your eyes adjust

You recognize it as penitent prayer

A gesture of piousness

The Keeper doesn’t know you are awake

You dare not speak

Her mask is askew

Revealing her lips

Twitching

She takes a long pull from a bottle

You hear its empty dredges slosh weakly

And slowly she moves toward you

You feign sleep

Closing your eyes

Your heart exploding into your throat

Swelling so powerfully 

You’re afraid she can hear

You can feel her gaze

Smell her breath

The sickly sweet of sherris sack

Then door closes quietly

And she is gone

You are confused

Too tired to understand

Gratefully

Sleep overtakes you