Everything is not what it seems.

In my world mixed signals are the norm.

They roll in waves,

a fog,

thick with the scent of subterfuge.

Up is down, yes is no, green does not mean go.

Words dipped in sugar contradict bitter energy,

served on a platter, pretty little pastries best left untouched.

I try to hide from the knowing,

but it’s always there to be read as easily as a book.

Even after all these years of being right,

I still doubt my ability,

because everything is not what it seems.

Pretty little pictures on a screen,

rotting from the inside,

Salvador Dali was a prophet.

What I’m trying to say is,

even if I don’t let on,

I know.

I know what you’re really feeling.

I don’t always understand the message,

let's be fair, neither do you.

Not everyone speaks their feelings in a known language,

but energy is universal.

So please remember,

I may pretend I don’t know,

but I do.

Everything is not as it seems.

This story takes place after this chapter: https://theprose.com/post/413491/is-it-her-he-s-looking-for

"Everything is not what it seems When you can get all you wanted in your wildest dreams...."

- Selena Gomez

The words from the old Selena Gomez song randomly popped into Petunia's head. She smiled at the catchy melody that she hadn't thought about for a while, and reflected on her good fortune. She had just met a hot doctor that offered her a clinical trial that would give her powerful strength. She was even paid $300 for taking the medicine. She had just left the doctor's office that was located in the otherwise abandoned mall, and she headed for her uber outside to go home.

Before she reached the exit, Petunia doubled over in pain. The flesh on her right arm melted off, leaving a large diamond in its place. The only thing Petunia liked was that the diamond matched her red dress. Petunia raced back to the doctor's office to question her mutation. When she reached the section of the mall where it was located, all she found was a wall.

"Everything is not what it seems indeed!" Petunia cried in despair.

To be continued here: https://theprose.com/post/415064/sneak-attacks