We are not broken up inside Stiff upper lip and dignified
We heaped lies on lies to cover up lies, We lied because we wanted appeal. We had never even known anything else, We did it to make ourselves feel real.
Women no longer tolerate the male gaze falling upon themselves. It is always molestation.
Her beauty laid in the grace with which she handled hearts, how she knew where the cracks of hurt were, without even asking.
Exhaling towers of yellow haze like Smaug the Terrible, in my lonely solitude, I rocked to and fro on a shadowy slab of concrete, and let the sounds of the world wash over me.
The publishing and media industries peddle to our sense of sympathy and morality in desperate attempts to not be absorbed by their competitors. They accomplish this by keeping company missions in line with the majority opinions on various social media platforms. Everything about our lives, down to our opinions, is actively being collected and sold by data harvesting corporations. Our way of thinking is up for sale.
The foundations to be shaken were already taken down By hands and unheard voices mistaken Of the downtrodden, low-down found out To be rotten, begotten of times and rhymes designed To ride the fine lines dividing divines
Hooks to my teeth It pries open My mouth Chills rattle Down the base Of my skull To the marrow Of my sacrum
Glowing white eyes pierced me through the gloom. Sunken into the vague gray outline of a stag’s skull, the visage floated closer. Translucent fragments of ink-black cracks and crevasses spiraled out behind it to my unlit kitchen.
As the vessel unfurled to a boundless womb, unspeakable darkness yawned out.
