No Regrets
The regret was streamlined until it no longer could interrupt. The ache was compressed. You moved on before you felt what you had done. The reflection of regret was too heavy, so they dimmed the resolution. You no longer felt the drop in your stomach, nor your heavy heart folding. You still recalled your monstrous mess— streamlined now, with no regrets. ©Samia Oldman
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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