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
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.
ABOUT
This standalone poem is a fragment of my dystopian fantasy collection The Hush Halo, where poetry, soundscapes, and visual art converge into one unfolding tale of New Realm.
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Bravo. I have no words which for me is a very rare thing.
Thanks Christopher, this means a lot. ✨️