[alt text: a black-and-white image of 8 creepy human-like figures floating in the air, with a building and a tree in the background. The caption says, “When you and the boys are playing in Creative Mode and one of them says, ‘Come check out what I made’.”]
It’s the Hiss
You are a worm through time.
The thunder song distorts you.
Happiness comes.
White pearls, but yellow and red in the eye.
Through a mirror, inverted is made right.
Leave your insides by the door.
Push the fingers through the surface into the wet.
You’ve always been the new you.
You don’t want this to be true.