squeaky chair.
crooked table.
hovering sounds.
.
brown liquid resembling fresh sewage.
other name for it in this mental cage: conscience.
fuck it. i guzzle it like there’s no tomorrow.
funny. for there is no tomorrow.
just today. hoping to make it last
longer than usual.
.
i infuse copious amounts of
toxic sewage inside me.
to achieve brutal honesty mode.
Stream of happymess 