SLOTH
the terrible feeling, and after-feeling, of rotting online
sloth
head, pulse and throb
eyes, heavy and red
glazed over from the screen
this mind death
chews and gnaws at me
this poison seeping in
sloth
lost in a sea of fog
of faces, voices, all unknown
a future miles and leagues away
overworked and undersold
why should I return
when anything I’d ever want,
everything I’ve ever known,
is here?
sloth
nothing, nowhere, all the time
screentime for breakfast and lunch
tossing, turning, crying crimes
hedonism sucker-punch
sloth
stagnation, glorious temptation,
almost make it feel okay—
feeding trash into my brain
to keep these (rotted)
feelings at bay
I will disappear—
decay
sloth
About the Creator
angela hepworth
I want to erase the tears of all those who trusted in hope; I want them to be left with a smile on their faces.
-Madoka
I’m Angela! I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, dumb self-indulgent stuff, and much more. Come check me out! :p
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