Distracted

I was…

Lost in the eyes

Of the TV on the wall.

Distracted by the

Impact

Of the lack

Of human

Contact.

Enchant me, darling.

Just one pixel more.

My attention is wholly yours.

You unholy whore

Of cords and circuit boards.

Force-feed me that fructose-filled

Filth.

That sugary substitute for

Socialization and the

Solemn sanctitude of silence.

I’ll eat it all up.

I’ll devour every crumb.

And I’ll follow their trail

To the end of the road.

And we all know how the story goes.

I’ll stroll to the door,

And the wicked witch

Will eat me whole.