Smoke Screen
Dopamine’s bright haze,
Fingers touch the blaze.
Face in a smoke screen,
Breaking from the scene.
Text, audio and video:
Digital tango.
Virtual, she lies,
Glass reflects her eyes.
Curled upon the bed,
By the pixels fed.
Tears of erotic joy;
Dust on every toy.
Daughter whines for bread,
Homework left unread.
Morning comes and goes,
Cold the kitchen grows.
Fridge is empty space;
Anger fills the place.
In a limbo-land,
He reaches for her hand.
Whispers soft and low,
Seeking her to know.
Pleading for her sight;
Lost to LED light.
Head in the cloud,
Wrapped in silicon shroud.
Chasing digital stars,
Fleeing phantom scars.
Fantasy’s cold kiss;
Artificial bliss.
Hours turn to day,
Always this same way.
Prone and all alone,
Bound to Android phone.
Broadband’s reach so wide;
Family cast aside.
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