A trick,
a lovely little game,
a test.
It confused you at first
then suddenly, I think you grasped it.
That one idea
that everything you know isn't real.
That even as you squirm and shriek and gasp for air
none of this is happening
unless I say it is.
I laughed when you realized.
You figured out this riddle,
unlike most of your forefathers.
Another jolt,
another breath.
I jerk you out of your unassuming haze.
I'm transparent behind you,
a ghost
a whisper of what I once was.
That last breath before it hit you was almost nonexistent.
A crack.
A snap.
And it was gone.
