Romanticizing Rot

You ever scream into a pillow so hard your soul changes shape? No.

Then shut the fuck up and let me finish this thought because I'm not

in the mood to explain myself to algorithms in khaki pants. Not today.

I didn't start out like this. Didn't always wake up snarling at ceiling tiles

or mumbling about the moon. But you try watching your friends turn into brands.

Try reading love letters from your past self written in a language no one

speaks anymore. Not even you. We used to talk, you remember that.

People talking with mouths, with sweat, with timing. Now it's all