apps and adds, digits and notes, pixels and bites, tweets and blurbs, pics and clicks, hits and views, looks and stares, steps and moves, loves and losts, drops and tears, lives and smiles, hopes and fears
it burns it stings and bleeds some more in time it sleeps but wakes to roar it claws and gnaws scratches and bites it stops to taunt you and then restarts
the soil rusts, the water thaws all tiny slips becoming spikes inside my veins I know it lives but all too well mixed up with fears with every passing longing day I feel no more relief to say