how to become less and still remain unbearably present

04/07/2026 HUNGER is strangled before it can speak, a throat crushed shut, a word beaten back into silence. the body becomes a locked room with splintered walls, no windows, no exit, no permission to need. time leaks in slow, thick drops. each second a bruise. each hour a missed command MEANT to signal something, MEANT to demand. but nothing rises. nothing asks. emptiness hardens, calcifies, turns into something that feels like POWER until it starts to rot.

consumption is violence. the first bite is a blade dragged inward, splitting something that was carefully kept numb. it spills salt, breath, a choking flood that claws its way out. swallowing becomes a forced confession, each motion a recoil, each second stretched thin with panic. the mouth betrays. the throat convulses, the body revolts against itself, screaming without sound. every bite is WRONG. every bite is TOO MUCH. every bite carves deeper, leaves marks that cannot be seen but cannot be ignored.

the mirror does not flinch. it stands there like a witness to a crime that never ends, reflecting the same unchanging shape with brutal precision. no matter how much is stripped away, it REFUSES to shift, refuses to collapse, refuses to disappear. edges sharpen. angles accuse. the image burns itself into vision, over and over, a repetition that cannot be broken. glass becomes a weapon, held up again and again just to confirm the same sentence: STILL HERE. STILL WRONG.

there's a belief buried somewhere, violent, RELENTLESS, that enough absence will finally erase the outline. will finally grind the body down into nothing. but absence grows teeth. it GNAWS. it consumes from the inside, leaving something hollow but unbroken, something damaged but STILL PRESENT. the body endures like a wound that will not close, like a scream trapped under skin.

and the worst of it: nothing changes. no matter the force, no matter the denial, no matter the quiet, brutal discipline, nothing breaks the reflection. it remains. fixed and merciless, a shape that cannot be corrected, cannot be escaped, cannot be killed.


AUTHOR'S NOTE : reposted here from the old website. i love the look of this one way more even if it is a lot harder for me to edit.