Surai
Student
- Mar 26, 2024
- 184
I want out. Of this circling fig. this indescribable suffering. This horrible clad iron mallet. This wicked torture. This full tilted world. This driving machine. The whirring of blades. The chattering of teeth. and breaths leaving and being pushed. And this beat of hearts forcing the blood to keep moving, so this human can keep churning itself into itself. and rolling over others churning into this great pot of a mess. the soft hits the hard rock of bones. grinding when two bones meet. and spraying when its meat. all in a book spread out. I am nothing. I am nothing. like of all of what I wrote. So I will find peace in an end. Even when it is so difficult