There’s a pit in my chest.
It feels like a bottomless rot.
It reminds me of the way you molded me.
You took everything from me.
Everything it took to be human.
I became nothing but another one of your fungi.
Your mycelium infected my body, my mind, my soul.
No one could save me from the spores;
They fell out of you like your sickening words.
Almost accidental. Almost beautiful.
Always intentional. Always ugly.
After my humanity withered,
Only your fungal infection remained,
piloting my body like a parasitic cordyceps.
It filled my throat with mushrooms and spoke for me.
The words it spoke copied yours; after all, they were.
Doctor after doctor treated me for the symptoms,
But there was no cure in sight.
Then I figured it out.
You are nothing but an interconnected organism of pain.
You use other people’s trauma to manipulate them into hurting themselves.
And it’s all because of your pain.
At the center of the mycelium is a dying mushroom trying to survive at all costs.
Trying to devour other life in order to keep devouring.
You are a cancer.
And I’ll cut you out if I have to.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 11:11 PM UTC
There’s a pit in my chest.
It feels like a bottomless rot.
It reminds me of the way you molded me.
You took everything from me.
Everything it took to be human.
I became nothing but another one of your fungi.
Your mycelium infected my body, my mind, my soul.
No one could save me from the spores;
They fell out of you like your sickening words.
Almost accidental. Almost beautiful.
Always intentional. Always ugly.
After my humanity withered,
Only your fungal infection remained,
piloting my body like a parasitic cordyceps.
It filled my throat with mushrooms and spoke for me.
The words it spoke copied yours; after all, they were.
Doctor after doctor treated me for the symptoms,
But there was no cure in sight.
Then I figured it out.
You are nothing but an interconnected organism of pain.
You use other people’s trauma to manipulate them into hurting themselves.
And it’s all because of your pain.
At the center of the mycelium is a dying mushroom trying to survive at all costs.
Trying to devour other life in order to keep devouring.
You are a cancer.
And I’ll cut you out if I have to.
