Inspired by 'Resistance is Insidious' (p.9)

An Excerpt

Lay your thoughts to rest, about me.

For my eyes can't see what you see.

It's craving you hold,

the mold so deep

that its pattern knows no other stillness.

You offer to break my silent calm,

and then expect me to buy.

Yet my soul won't be sold.

My life. Played for keeps.

By Michelle Hatch

(June 2008, Tulum)