October 11, 2024

For the last fortnight, I have seen cracks in the seams of my skin. It grows ever so cowardly. I have looked into the mirror and compared my clothes to several husks in the screen. With all the venom in me, I have started to poison my mind. When I glimpse my shell in a millisecond, I cloud my cherry chest and eat the believe in me. But I fail to digest so I digress. I dig a hole in my mind and fill it with the crust of these insecurities. I pour a little bit of cowardice and lethargy for flavor. I pour and pour in days and dawns. Then bury it with my shame. I want to vomit this to somebody, anybody but I will feast with them tomorrow, and I cannot bear the thoughts of them knowing my graveyard. But if you happen to catch me in those millisecond, ask me... ask me how much do I resent my avatar?