July 08, 2025, Snickerdoodle
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I watch my town decay.
Zombies with minds destroyed by drug dependence shuffle the streets.
Cars swerve recklessly as if everyone else is in their way.
Red faced men-imps turn purple if you so much as look at them wrong.
I come into contact with the decay.
My friendly smile is met with a middle finger.
Self absorbed pigs brute force their way past, unable to look up, make eye contact or use the words 'excuse me.'
An endless supply of apathy and hatred.
I try to keep my distance, mind my own business, keep to myself, stay in the background
But the miasma is so thick, that it infects me.
My thoughts and actions become poisoned.
I become one of them.
My heart becomes filled with needles and my stomach with lava.
My vision is dark and stained red.
Venomous words fly from a mouth I no longer recognize.
I look myself in the mirror.
What is this?
A monster.
I withdraw.
At home, I stay inside and come out only when the stars sing.
No one is around. Stay away from people.
Laying in bed, on my little rectangle of light, I see world decay.
The Internet holds nothing but provocation and violence.
The things I once took joy in boil and fester with disease.
The media turns into fear mongering and misinformation.
Turn it off.
I lose the energy to hold it together.
My mind falls into the black pit.
I decay.