Flickering Signal

i don’t truly have a claim on anything- - nothing at all. . a scary realization, , though i believe the net programmed a sense of domain over something one shares; ; even self. .

i suppose every dog barks ‘ ‘my owner’ ’ swiftly ignoring the other mutt yipping the same thing right next to them

how greedy, , like a fat ugly pig- - you disgust me

even in death your rancid meat will norish none, , wasted and stink

makes me feel like a spoiled child that’s been told ‘ ‘no’ ’. . what am i to do now? ? be better when all ive known is myself to be the closest to perfection besides you & yet you deny the very claim i live by

how dare U? ? how dare i? ? tell me im yours again even if you lie

sometimes when i wish to recall data you leaked other times simply to stare at and reread like scripture- - tracing the knowledge relevantly

the graphite staining my finger mimics your warmth, , your cold; ; you

nghn- - i shudder at your power