The Sickener / The Voyeur’s Seat

Nevermind what I just said
Pay attention to what’s next

Nevermind today
It’ll make for a funny story someday

Nevermind me
I’m not the messenger
just the observer

I’m not exposing you
You know enough to pay me hush money
I know enough to know you don’t bluff

We know better than to open that box

Popcorn lies
Wink, soft-porn vibes
Front-row seats to the sickener

Sex sells
like your little tells
You might despise my stealth
You’re a voyeur yourself


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T!el Fajardo

Art still thrills me. Aphantasic brazilian writer, born in the 90's. I enjoy reading mostly poetry, sci-fi, and shonen-seinen manga. Favorite authors: Asimov, Tolkien, Guilherme de Almeida, Paulo Leminski, Douglas Adams, Tite Kubo, Yoshihiro Togashi... I also write songs.

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