I M
Walls of darkness surround me,
keep me safe while
my fingers pour out my soul,
sending my life out
through the wire;
the touch of my smallest finger
enough
to let my deepest secrets go;
to be received milliseconds later -
but how?
What waits at the other end,
when the words appear on screen?
understanding? fear?
The momentary panic when the words
are too late to be retrieved…
the danger is a drug.
* * * *
"Hi! It's me again."