words meaningless and empty; circling corruption in descending spirals masterfully spinning confusion binding silly, limp minds to wills with no shame.
words are nothing. meaning nothing, curated, contained in machines made to deny and distort realities so fake and distant until you’ve collapsed too deep to see your own disguise.
feel your sick words drown you in your own shadows as the light drops you deep down the rabbit hole, Alice; mourning its confident shine you denied to bask in over and over and over and over and over and over again.
*dear reader: consider my safe words roaring loudly out of my mouth.*
