Words scratched into black paint on windows
A CONTEMPORARY SLAVE TALKS TO THE MIRROR
You always have been, and always will be, a loser.
You’re taking up space, taking up air.
Leave room for others who succeed.
Everyone who ever cared for you regrets it.
You deserve contempt — every bit.
You are evil. Pathetic.
You are a parasite.
Get off the planet.
Rid us of your presence.
Cut your throat.
Slash your wrists.