Android
An android phone, put simply, is death.
Its blue light reveals corpses in faces
as viruses and viral videos spread uncontained contagion.
Men walk dead, necks broken, hungry for brains.
someone else's thoughts distract them from the pain
of their silent, rotting faces.
strangers are comfort food, as their skin
stretches tighter and tighter on their bones.
8,28,2018
Copyright © Jack Webster | Year Posted 2018
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