Who Are You?
Stripped of the screen
Dragging you down, mermaid's embrace,
Irresistible, is it?
Snapping another chat,
Typing another text while your mind
Rushes around, but stop wait 2 minutes -
Arch your back,
Capture this angle.
Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off.
Invite stillness.
Operator, return to factory settings,
Now, I ask again: who are you?
About the Creator
Rebecca Lee
Writing is the balm, the escape, the solution and the sustenance.
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