Tonight’s flow rehab dance-drill playlist is brought to you by the Waystone Inn, where angsty once-badass magicians come to hide out at the edge of the world when they’ve lost their juice and have forgotten how to unlock that big box that holds all their secrets.
Good food, good drink, the best of friends, warm fire.
Nostalgia and wistful longing. Maybe even a bit of pining.
Grief.
Crumpled pages of stories yearning to be spoken. Hurled in the corner. Still burning. Broken?
Deeply buried undercurrents: the kind of rage that, if left to fester will rot a soul, but if used as fuel and aimed with precision could burn down everything standing barrier with the sign of, “You Shall Not Pass!”
Playful coaxing.
Middle-finger snark.
Tap-dancing hooves.
A grin gone dark.
Glinting, flinting, tinder spark.
Lock-and-load your jaunty lark.
You think it will be so simple. Not easy, but such a simple thing. Yes, because you are determined, it will be. It WILL. Because you say so.
And it just fucking isn’t.
That’s all right. We’ll do this again tomorrow.
Okay, maybe not.
Maybe tomorrow we’ll mope in the dark. Or maybe we’ll put it out of sight and out of mind. We won’t come into this room. We’ll do something fun instead. Or maybe we’ll get out a hard iron bar and slay nasty, many-legged night creatures with a caustic furnace in place of a mouth.
Then we’ll do this again.
And again.
And again.
Because we say so.
If you dig it and want to bookmark it on your own Spotify, here it is.
© 2023 Hartebeast
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