Rot
Never knew you could feel so alone
Behind the forced smiles and self congratulation
Empty. Meaningless.
The cold unrelenting dark will be the only witness to your slow unraveling
Icy hands up
Consume. Numb. Distract.
Until you exhale blood and fiberglass
Reveal the rot within
Self inflicted. Weighed down by the burden of empathy
Clutch at stones and twigs as you fall deeper
No escape
Autor(es): Alexander Curry, Andrew Richard Torres, Bryce Lucien
