The Fall of the Nameless

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Contributor: Travis J. Egann

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I sat in his chair
I looked out
Over everything he'd cared about
Pizza boxes, broken TV.
Empty bottles making music
On either side of the seat.

He'd had everything he'd ever wanted
He'd built an empire of simple pleasures
Piled the leavings like trophies
Lived in a sea of glorious filth.

I stood, but the seat stuck to me
And more
I found myself becoming him
I lost myself in his legacy
Until my chair rattled glassy music
Until they found me
Staring dead
Into the dead screen
Of a dead channel
Like a lord of everything.

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