Going Alone to a Crimes Against Divinity Concert

[Presynaptic]

"So you're still spiking your hair?" Jael jabs.

 I reply as a hot comb hisses through my curls, “It looks like that, huh?" I draw a sharp breath every time it grazes my skin and I can feel Areja wince in my eye.

She shouts in my thoughts, Aye aye, be careful!

Curiosity darts between Jael’s eyes. "Ra, you seriously got tickets for one of the hottest bands, just like that?”

“It would appear so.”

“Mmhmmm. Well I'm happy for you, even with that layer of crusty gel, you're glowing. Also, I've been talking with Ma and Grandma. We're worried about you. You've been so in your head, lately.”

“Listen, I do my chores, I give money when I can and look for work. I didn't bother anyone.”

“I don't think you need me to tell you that there's more to living with people than that. Something about your aura has shifted and we just want to make sure you're okay. There's a royal blue suffocating your yellow.”

He's onto us, Beloved

.

“Jael, I'm fine I promise. When you graduate, you'll feel this. This…this weight, this vacuum sucking”

“And does it gets solved with concerts and hiding in your art or listening to me ramble about the things I see in space?”

“That's the hope.”

“Well, just remember that we love you and that you're not alone. Don't do anything to change who you are.”

“Thanks Jae, I really— tck ah!”

I said be careful with the comb!

[Postsynaptic]

Areja spoke true.

Of course I did. I hate lies.

The concert finished at the speed of thought and my right eye burned with Areja’s gift. 

It started with me seeing people's auras. Mom wished me well on my trek to Flatbush. I could see the passion, pain and profane thoughts around her like a chromatic cloud. 

From the train, 

I actually saw the djinn setting up their pranks and surfing away on the subway rails.

At the venue, guardian angels deflected hexes from their chosen vizards. They looked at me with confusion.

Finally, within the raging moshpit, I saw everyone's hearts

beating in the hands of the things that ruled them.

I saw two people like me: A pink-haired girl back-to-back with this taller bald guy. She swung her cane to the setlist’s rhythm while the taller dude who looked unphased. Qsclas sat on both of their shoulders. 

Ah, my kin. I remember those two back from the mother star. 

If you continue to trust me, then stay with them. 

They will treat you well. 

I haven't felt this sensation since I became a recluse.

This hope (?) that waxed and waned while the moon navigated in the sky. 

My lip is busted from the mosh pit and was definitely from someone's cane. 

And my heart is full.

Just as I promised, 

Everything is in its right place.

Maybe we can simulate codependency, yes? 

We can truly enjoy this union 

born between my gift to your eye and the offering of your body. 

If you pay attention, you will never be alone.

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