Pixelated Window/Scattering the Black Walls

Pixels:

Love,

Laugh,

Succeed.

I reach out into the screen's static,

yearning for a taste of the rotten honey lives of their

infinite soap operas.

A desolate room brimming with emptiness,

heavy in fierce fragility,

the gloom swallowing the screen

that swallows my stare.

A black, inescapable kingdom

of a lonely queen - a prisoner, free

in the hurricane arms of a world that won't pause to consider

this small being.

Pixels:

Loving,

Laughing,

Succeeding in a never-ending reality show and I'm

here,

watching from the shadows of a desolate room brimming with emptiness,

yearning to pull the plug and watch as their faces flicker to oblivion

and surrender to the customary comfort of shadows

as I surrender

to oblivion.

But hands

reach past a web of escapisms and lies and Instagram likes

and open a curtain.

And behind the glass is the promise of their open palms,

waiting for me to step over the threshold

into a world of welcome.