[Rambling]

The field was blighted.

And so it was slashed and burnt to the root.

I spoke when I shouldn't have, and now a gaze has found me.

Speaking of villainy, of scrutiny, or soft hands and...

...soup...

I should not have asked

A very specific hypothetical.

... and so now?

...I'm worried.

But I'm not a threat...

I think.

...why does that not comfort me?

At least... no one ELSE is looking.

But what do I do if they start?

All that was healthy but in need of love
felt the love of the sickle and fire.

No one is around to help.