You've always known, already then
While I couldn't see the signs
I kept my head under wraps
Suffocating
Scrolling to no end
The web pages like gauze
Around my chest my neck my intimacy
And upon my eyes
So tight you couldn't
Move freely anymore
Victorian gown
In the palm of your hand
And at times it would seem
It would tear your own skin.
It took time to soothe
The enduring pain. More of the same poison.
But not quite.
As it goes, on and on,
The scroll and the wait and the hatred and the thirst for attention,
The thread never breaks.
From one life to another, I'm always online.