TW: vent poetry
The mind runs numb with static. "Have you tried turning it off and back on again?" the operator asks, but he knows not what he pleads. A head submerged in rice, desperately tinkering with the cracks in my face. Water is healthy, you know. Keeps you hydrated. So despite the glitches, I cover me in water, wear it as a badge, as proof that I tried.
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A Collection of Poems and Short Stories
PoetryI considered titling this something like "Rain's Droplets of Poetry" or something like that but ??? there is some vent poetry in here, I'll add warnings before each chapter that contains these
