Everyone must be aware of their position in the show.
Don’t be distracted by presumed importance. You are a cog in the innards of the machine. To be utilized, not seen.
Tag: cold
Silk, Before the Severing
A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.
Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.
After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.
Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.
Blowing through my
On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.
Congeniality
Not warmth, but compliance.
Not harmony, but smooth erasure.
A practiced ease that asks nothing back,
that reflects what is wanted
until the wanting forgets itself.
Courteous anesthesia.
A social smile pressed flat against the glass,
polite enough to disappear inside it
Untethered, Unbothered
Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.
Please, no more.
