Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘We need this fact checked, just another opinion till then.’ Streams
of neurons fixed on stringing malleable sentences. The cerebral cortex
patiently eroding while voluntarily depositing what’s left of its function.
Blood pressure harassed as sources clash with the narrative. Sweat glands
overreact as reality begins the encompassing. Two sides to every truth,
that is until one side secedes entirely. Collapsing against a wall, praying
to awake from yet another nightmare. Fact check, ‘they weren’t lying.’