The Great Machine

She hates everything,

all the talking,

lying,

and masking.

She hates it all so much,

she could watch the world

burn⸺

ashes for tears.

She pushes down her hatred,

swallows her disgust,

blinks

back her tears.

She despises the hypocrisy and hides

it inside where

it bubbles beneath her skin

like boils.

She hates the euthanizing emptiness

in the unrelenting crowds, the

nothingness in a space

teeming with life.

She hates everything.

The slow and silent march

to the edge of the cliff

where hope plummets.

But, above all she hates

that she is one with

this awful, disgusting

machine.