And if I dream of summer
Is it because I miss the
Warmth trickling from
The soil and the sun
Or am I craving the gold?
Am I so overfed on
Capitalist propaganda
That the richness of sun,
The decadence of heat
And nudity and sex
On the beach
Is so intriguing that
I've learned to crave it?
I am overfed on something.
It bloats in my gut,
Curdles on my breath,
And gives me this
Horrific burning
All throughout my chest
That if I'm not careful
Will start to sound
Like a warning
That this life is just
Not sustainable.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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