Screen biting at my fingertips
Static to reprimand my intent.
I retreat and observe
From a safer distance.
Saturated colors grin back
Casting unnatural hues upon my face.
And still I sit
As the pixels etch in my eyes.
Enticed by the romance
And happy ends.
Feigning interest in the
Predictable twists.
For lack of turns
In my own reality.
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