A Clinical Lie
A clinical lie
on a dimmed screen
passes for care.
A diagnosis so precise
it cuts
without spilling blood.
The wound beneath
bleeds brutal words
you don’t care to hear.
The heartbeat of shattered truth
keeps pounding
like collective karma.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
You are reading dystopian fantasy poetry collection the Hush Halo. After the Great Optimization a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
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