I seek distortion near and far, rumbling it as if it weighs less. It nests in silence, louder than screams. It stays, like something long fled yet never really gone Still, it lingers. And it aches. Yet It clings closer in the marrow, quieter than bone. Crueler than disease, heavier than guilt wearing skin, like a punishment that hums for a funeral a lullaby for everything buried alive. chew it, choke on, and spit it back chasing realms where no presence breathes, a whimsy bending me inward. wander the void, lost in vain, chained in loops of silent pain.









