A Creature Calls to Your Dreams: A Qscla
"Que su eñescon lo san ge lit os"
"Que sueñes con los angelitos"
“Qscla”
Hello Rawls,
my beautiful skeptic.
All the way from the severed head of a beloved god,
from behind the shadow of their murderer,
and my warm metabolic star
I see you.
Wait wait, why can't I wake up?
Because we're having a thing here–
Are you one of those sleep paralysis demons?
Okay rude, definitely not a demon. Far from it, actually.
I don’t have a single demon cell in my body
Well, your skin is blue,
probably denoting divination.
It is ribbed and leads to a head swirling like an oncoming storm.
Rawls, I know. I'm absolutely gorgeous,
but I need you to focus.
I see how many jobs your mother juggles.
I see how brightly your grandmother’s faith burns.
I see how your brother’s braggadocio hides his fears.
I think it’s time for you to have the same talent, Beloved.
If you accept me into your eye, I can offer you truesight into realms beyond comprehension.
You could leer at the shoulders of those hiring managers and the devils that tell them to waste your time with another interview.
You would even be able to discern when those Crimes Against Divinity tickets go on sale
before the scalpers do.
Think about it.
Think about me
No one could document this divine ecology better than a writer like you.
“Qscla”
"Que sueñes con los angelitos"
"Que su eñescon lo san ge lit os"