people born into wealth / fame who supposedly become ”authors” usually set up a sinecure system where they hire some ghost writers and take the public prize. In reality these people are illiterate and cant write a paragraph. But these jobs these people give off are good Paying so ehh
every swallow tastes like your words mixed with my own shredded uvula
trembling larval whimper from inside a cracked porcelain skull
your riceball writing threads sprout chitinous little limbs now
they skitter under my eyelids when I blink too hard
I dream in sticky grains of aborted onigiri fetuses