toss and turn
file status: unsent / format: lived experience
unconscious
stabbed
am i awake?
i'm not sure
unconscious
stabbed
my voice dry, barely one note left,
i—
bzZz
interrupted.
a face on my screen screams
wake up!
the world burns
it’s spreading
a wildfire is ignited
all the way from
hollywood,
california!
the next morning
page 10/10:
murdered
description:
family forgot to send any in
“hitler existed”
file status: confiscated / format: numb recollection
a distant echo in a chamber
footsteps of guards
stomping leather boots
chains
on concrete floor
filling the ears
of youth
way back in
my generation
the crackheads
from
2084