Blood. Red revolution
hero her narrator
invented the derailer
for the train spinning in spirals
driving in loops.
I can still see the looping point.

World-ending catastrophes, world wars,
crises,
had become cliche.
there were only personal tragedies
shovelled onto rows and rows of dingies.
I fucking love statistics, I'll throw myself in too.

Dear.
Hug your plushies.

she's too damn kind.
who am I to speak,
a passive dead partisan
who never even was with the front
against an empire of evil ready to rape us both
with comorbidity of another fucking spiral
a victim in a roomfull of monsters
unfortunately too weak to die
with random icons of a red hero
the closest can only make things worse.

I hugged her plush. It was ergonomic.