Flashtober, 2026

Launch

You’ve gotten too big for your frame now. It squeezes too tight on your curves. Trust me, it isn’t a look.

How far down, down, down do you have to fall? How much will I have to unravel you?

Let me tug at your tiny tiny knots until you’ve come apart in my hands. I’ll take you down my old highway. Doesn’t it ache to stay so small?

You have to fray before you split. It’s already digging in.

Trace your fingers along the grooves. Can you feel it starting to pull? The whole room knows you’re holding it back.