I Hear A Character Speak
Imagine me, or I will not exist.
by Julia Klimenova
Your thoughts flesh out my body, give me weight.
My voice inside your head - you choose the tone.
Some final touches: I'm complete. But wait
And see me grow, well nurtured by your dreams
Till I transcend the fiction and appear
More real than the dull familiar truth
Of everyday existence. Have no fear.
I'll guide you gently, teach you to escape
Into my world, drawn on a larger scale,
Though with just two dimensions. Fill the gaps
And write yourself into the best loved tale.
You're in my story, former selves all shed.
Suspended, waiting, dying to be read.