The screen has burned a blueish hole
by Theo
· 19/12/2025
Published 19/12/2025 11:41
The screen has burned a blueish hole
right through the center of the day.
I’m losing chunks of my own soul
in a flickering, scrolling gray.
I cracked the spine to hear it snap,
a sharp and sudden paper sound.
I’ve got the weight across my lap
to keep my body on the ground.
The smell of ink and cooling glue
comes rising from the heavy leaf.
It’s something chemical and true,
a jagged, permanent relief.