Her hair is dyed green,
But my mind doesn't say
"Go."

The merciless echo chamber.
Type in your name and email,
And they’ll make a name of you.

Comments like bullets through your brain.
You aren’t winning a debate with reason?
Be a little noisier.

Stand down from what you stand up for,
Become force-fed with disinformation,
Until you, yourself, are in wholly robot form.

White pellets,
Swallowed in bulk,
Led her to entrapment
In a hospital bed.

An emergency.
But not an accident.
It would take a miracle
To merely free her.

For the first time,
My mouth is home.
As I bite into the
Ever-so-succulent flesh,
I feel warmth;
Toastiness.

My mouth
Lubricates with every
Soft chew,
As my teeth
Gnaw at the bone,
Ferally, instinctively.