the cursor blinks
precariously on the doorstep
of the internet
she stares blankly at
the white screen
illuminating her face in
the darkness of the room the
only other light being
the faint glow of the moon in the
far window too blurry to be
wished.
when she was small she
was scared of the dark
scared of who was there
who was hiding
but she’s older
now so she should be braver because
only babies are scared of darkness
the cursor mocks her
in the search bar
she looks around as
if making sure no
one
is watching
as she reaches the
keys typing out her
sorrows
"who am i?"
the mouse wavers over
the magnifying glass
waiting to
open the rusty gate with
a key of curiosity
but the fog beyond
may darken the
the streets
and may poison
puddles
with the foul
smell of
uncertainty
she closes her eyes
and presses delete.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
the cursor blinks
precariously on the doorstep
of the internet
she stares blankly at
the white screen
illuminating her face in
the darkness of the room the
only other light being
the faint glow of the moon in the
far window too blurry to be
wished.
when she was small she
was scared of the dark
scared of who was there
who was hiding
but she’s older
now so she should be braver because
only babies are scared of darkness
the cursor mocks her
in the search bar
she looks around as
if making sure no
one
is watching
as she reaches the
keys typing out her
sorrows
"who am i?"
the mouse wavers over
the magnifying glass
waiting to
open the rusty gate with
a key of curiosity
but the fog beyond
may darken the
the streets
and may poison
puddles
with the foul
smell of
uncertainty
she closes her eyes
and presses delete.
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