Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks September 2015 (Internet) | Page 11

Cyber Queen
Fiona Grimes
My warmth that is
You, has grown cold.
Ignored because of
A screen I can’t
Break through.
Virtual you
Has become more you than the you who sits before me.
Your face has become
More pixels than pores.
Your words
Are not spoken but typed;
Slowly and full of
Beautiful language
But silent.
Wifi has become your oxygen
I can’t stand you taking one
More breath.
People exist behind
Your tiny screen,
Who live and move,
Not to type
But to interact
In real life
And not in the
Interactive and virtual world.

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