Flashtober, 2026

Fight

The stereo blares and the lyrics feel pointed. It’s never that serious, but then again, isn’t it?

Isn’t it always? Isn’t it never? Isn’t it awful to be here again? Turn up the knob on the stereo.

Stare straight out the window. Exhale a little too sharp. Tighten your grip on the steering wheel. We’re almost there.

Anger is better than all of this quiet. Push every button. Tip over the edge.

Locked in a standstill where nobody folds. Scream at me, god. Just melt all the ice.

Do you think it would break if I sang with the music?