Psychotropic Night Screen

a really old one, another repost from before the Fall of the Server

 

She sat at the desk

And read the horror on the screen

Day after day

Posture bending

Like an ancient tree

The white pixilation

Bleached her face the same colour

But her sorrow was smothered

In her new found friend’s comforting glance

Sometimes she imagined

Bony white fingers

Like the ones of her childhood nightmares

Curling in like desert night-leaves

To her spine

Visible more day by day

But the pale glow was an opiate

So beautiful nothing else

Was justified anymore

And she let her feet fall asleep

And her mind awaken

Every night

A little more

Of her soul was taken