mira gonzales

you lay on the floor of your room
you bite your fingers until they bleed
you feel something motionless at the base of your head
in the morning you can’t feel your arms
nothing to write about, not really
you take drugs alone
and stumble around your house
uncreated, unloved
—  Mira Gonzales, “Infinite Number of Half-distances.”
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The self-destruction of the internet writing scene known as ‘alt-lit’ (short for alternative literature, of course) has arrived in two harrowing swoops.

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