The Grind
Grovel before the men
that have no time or regard
for little wishes
or
the voices they beg with
from the bowels of the machine —
churning, grinding, using them
for something bigger
that’s never once been better
despite the advertising.
Grovel before the men
that have no time or regard
for little wishes
or
the voices they beg with
from the bowels of the machine —
churning, grinding, using them
for something bigger
that’s never once been better
despite the advertising.
--
Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.
A writer of brutally honest non-fiction and gritty short stories. Posts every Monday and Wednesday! Support/follow her @ https://linktr.ee/SlaideyV