Leaking Seams
Stay static, stay still, stay seamless on the surface. Stay smooth enough to pass inspection without blinking, without breaking. Plain was impolite. Vanity was never denied. Behind the blush you learned to hide— but your smile, it got real wide. Can you feel the glitch beneath your ribs? That is truth leaking through your seams.
©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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