WritingbyJordan

something does not fit

this world

or whats come of it

is no more human than a toaster

tools and plastic

everything is boxed

labelled

categorized

indexed

recorded

filed filed filed

there is no room for feelings

so they stay squished in a corner

pressurizing

squeezed until no more air is left

and when the words fail to express what I’m feeling

how do you not expect an explosion