nerd

"kill yourself," it said,  

and i replied, "why are you talking to me?"  

and the web camera fell down into an abyss, which was my room  

my own room  

my room is messier than my mind  

my mind is full of cravings  

my cravings are aware that they're wanted  

 

a pair of hands emerge from my desk  

and they make grabby gestures towards me, as if they were trying to grip on my soul  

from the hands showed up eyes  

and the eyes turned into mouths without lips  

 

they whispered to me  

"welcome to the abyss"  

an abyss of madness  

an abyss of sadness  

and of the awareness of being choked with my own vomit