It was dark 
Like a bad journal entry
It was too real and yet too vague
It was a snapshot of an awful time 
You shouldn’t read it
It’s too private any way
No metaphors
No images
Just painful memories 
Bad responses
Relentlessly compounding 
Mental crisis, piling up
You are better off not even looking
Trust me, a real waste of time
… too late

6/22/2023 (written regarding “purge of Atonement”)