Digital Black Hole

Spaghettified in the pixels, you touch.

Time never ending, the hours you spent.

Wasted,

in the viral void. Disconnected from reality

you lie empty.

 

Your hollow rib cage echoes in silence as you float

into the endless digital stream.

Your emotions are severed from consciousness,

like meat ripped from bone.

Red, green, and blue controls you.

The pixels pleasure your mind.

 

Rotting,

in the flesh. Your blood no longer warm, but ice.

Dead,

your body strung out like a spider’s web fighting the wind.

 

Thin and gone,

falling into your blackness.

Keanu Jones is a student at Navajo Technical University.

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