Mental thumbscrews with inferiority threads. Halving happiness, then halved again. And again. Endless reflections in skyscraper window-bones. Expired lipstick streaks as a flood-stain, while the winds of nostalgia Echo in chambered ears. There is no joy, here. The currency of contentment has depreciated. Curated delusion lullabyes in the wrinkles of limbal rings. A deep sotto voce beneath the bleating.

3:29 p.m. - 2022-03-10