Gemotions

He stared at the television screen, the flickering images reflecting in his wide eyes. His stomach churned. It was the commercial he'd been dreading. *His* song, "Broken Wings," used to sell… toilet paper. A smile of fake happiness plastered itself across a woman’s face as she caressed the product. The sound was distorted, the vocals auto-tuned, the raw emotion completely gone.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. This was a nightmare. A perversion. The commercial ended, and he turned off the television, the silence deafening. The injustice of it all weighed heavy on him. He wanted to destroy something.