I try to shove it down.
It.
It’s never an it.
It’s a them. It’s a hoarde. It’s an army of unrelenting assholes.
They stop me from…
They sap my…
I lose words.
I lose images.
I lose emotions.
All my attention, all my energy goes to shoving down the suffocating shits.
I want to be light.
Instead, the only thing flowing out of me is snarling sounds as I shove down.
Caustic attention towards the things I can’t stand.
