1slimy cold spreads over my skin
under my clothes
shivering within
the same each night
staring blind at
the muted screen
panel of light
a lone lozenge
blinking orange
hastily clicked
eagerly typed
words to and fro
dancing pictures
peppered generously
excuses for emotions
slimy cold
creeping
into my heart
words to and fro
taper down
ending with
couple of nouns
places and faces
strangers or friends
there is no difference
(I'm) not one of them
slimy cold
wrapped in blankets
chasing sleep
tying down my heart
trying to run after
the orange lozenge
that's someone else's
spare the details
don't need the pain
slimy cold
highlights loss
defines 'alone'
everything WAS.