Technophobe

Satellite dishes spoon-fed the sunlight, refracted visual bubblegum to my lusting eyes, locked in processed limbo, remote and tethered tight, dilemma-raising visions entrance and hypnotise. A hundred-million parasites crawl stealthy on my wavelength, I wrench the dusty curtain in a rush to be alone; failing powers of reason, disintegrating brain strength, echoes in a crackling mind that chill me to the bone. Infinite shades of graveyard grey hiss upon the snowing screen, too weak to hit the off-switch, ramrod in a chair; recoiled but statue still and nailed, stunned by what my eyes have seen, the ice of phantom fingertips scrape static through my hair…