One night,
i was alright
when a fight broke in my belly
as all worms
march a protest to the telly.
this creatures are so yelling
that i should feed my belly
with a deli of rice
and a glassy tube of sprite
that i bought at shop rite.
i flung you
lying flat on a bench
and you neighbor a sachet of pure water
so chill like a kondes milk.
The pure water gently bent
resting her cold body on you
as it starts to spill
leaking and sneaking into your seals
penetrating the holes
in your keypad skin
streaming deep in and in
into your classy glassy screen.
a gutter of this acidic water
streaming in your blood stream
worming through those tiny cords
of your electronic intestine
till it floods your mother board
oh! my God!
was all my lips could afford
i immediately wish you could talk
when my sight
saw all your strive to resist pain
all in vain
as this toxin stream your vein
getting your mental board in sane.
A call broke in,
a ting
from your grin grin tone
now a horror song
as you groan.
oh my phone !
was my next tone
as our shared connection and emotions
made me moan
an effect that sat me pensive
as i get sensitive
to reflect on how you and me both roam
reading all tomes
from zone to zone;
Jerusalem to Rome
and back home.
i pin my eyes on your screen
as it starts to blink
your multiple colour of blood ink
starts to fade as all colour shrink
now no picture can be seen
you are now a lifeless being
lying on my sweaty palm
i know i have committed a sin
and here is the apologetic me.
