monsters raze okay, the man with a face like a crushed beer can says. okay. i'll do it. jesus christ. would you shut the fuck up already? he's yelling at his sons. children with dirt on their faces and something worse than that wedged between their ears. he watches the world through a screen. chasing monsters. he doesn't know he's already found what he's looking for. all he needs is a mirror to see it. a young girl loses her mind while her older brother sways on the swing beside her, kicking to carry himself as high as the chains and support poles will let him get. she screams. and screams. and screams. stop. please stop. mom. mommy. mom. make him stop. he smirks and says you better get over here and do something mom. she sits on a bench behind them. eyes glued to her phone. dead-eyed and bloated and hunched over like all the others. the girl screams and cries some more. i wanna get down. i'm dying. i'm gonna die. every strand of flaxen hair that frames her face is the rolled steel bar of a self-made prison cell. she doesn't move. her feet never leave the ground. 220827 what's it to you? who go blather from