Literature
20%
i scurry along in my big rainbow coat, hiding this cackling fey heart with its teeth bared behind city lampposts standing on empty trains, don't fucking touch me, keep your piles of noisy whining electronic shit out of my ears in public, leave me alone, don't look at me, don't call the beast up from the depths while i am trapped in such a place, please god damn you and in the eternal parade of garish fluorescence, incomprehensible hideous dances, frothing self-obsessed murderous authorities, of humanity ad nauseam in its full glory and ruin for the eight billionth time, little flashes of fellow fair folk peek out from the other lampposts whom i must love or else forget to love myself like a half-forgotten past i haven't lived yet or a future i already know, teaching me what i am (???) and what i can't be: normal. never in a hundred billion years will i know what that word means and i don't need to so why is it stuck burning in the crevices of my brain? what sad pathetic part of