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Death to Connection

Nov 11, 2025
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By Lacey Gallant


many of us have fallen prey

hunted by the jinn of lust

told that it’s biology

when in truth it’s a succubus


others of us have fallen victim

to the lure of validation

told that it’s equality

when in truth it’s degradation


creators and consumers alike

ensnared in a trap

believing that its harmless

while hoping it fills the gap


we are blind to the consequence

or perhaps just won’t admit

because we are hooked upon it

slaves to a dopamine hit


our brains and bodies deplete

riddled with addiction

deluded by fantasy

living in fiction


the unaware and innocent

vulnerable to the call

that is yet another trick

inviting us to fall


it is everywhere 

uncensored and unabated

free for the taking

secretly seeding hatred


we blame one another

them versus us

while ignoring the real culprit

the darkness that collects


we wonder why we feel lost

unfulfilled, empty, hollow

while we give away our essence

sacred turned to sorrow 


those who sense beyond

know the trap for what it is

the harnessing of life force

meant to keep us in the abyss


time is beginning to show

the catastrophic price

that we’ve all been paying

for falling to this vice


the leech latches on

syphoning our depth

wearing the veil of progression

while dealing out death


death to intimacy

relationships and affection

death to devotion

honour and connection


By Lacey Gallant


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Nov 19, 2025
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