Zilch

Try the face of a social media influencer
on
and you shriek
at the gutting void
behind the mask
a headpiece filled with maw —
stare at the gaping blackness
of obliterated cognition
pulverized and sifted
like a fine toothless sand
made of the choicest grains
of zilch.

“Everything faded into mist. The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became truth.”

— George Orwell / 1984