Fee Drip

Silent thief, the monthly fee creeps in,

tucked beneath the clutter,

that welcome email, folded and forgotten,

nestled under a tangle of unopened bills.

Each charge, a quiet drip from my account,

a slow leak I never patched,

a line item like a ghost rent,

sucking away before I notice,

paying for a show I never watch,

an unread letter piling dust

on the corner of my digital life.