Glitch
On the outside, we
Rofl and lol and lmao.
On the outside,
Everything connects,
Curcuits come together,
Creating the
Spark.
On the outside,
The screen hides all of
The broken wires and
All of the damage
Caused my your
Ignorance.
But,
On the inside,
Everything is ruined.
Ripped open, that
Spark, jumping, flickering,
wanting to die as it lies,
borderline dead in a wire.
Because of your
Ignorance.
On the inside,
I am broken.
I still attempt
To abide by your rules, follow
Your commands.
But nothing computes the way
It should.
Everything hurts,
Damaged,
Destroyed, And it's all
Your fault.
So even though o
Float
The cars float outside of the window in my room. The window that takes up an entire fifteen-foot wall of my circular dome I call a bedroom. I watch them, smoothly gliding as if on ice, orange rings pulsating from where the tires would've been. Of course, I've only seen ice on TV and in movies. The Weather Dome keeping our city at a stable 72 degrees Fahrenheit doesn't allow for ice. Or rain for that matter, the plants are watered with mist, and our drinking water is recycled. I look down, beneath where the cars float like clouds, to see the transparent sidewalks, cluttered with people. And through those, I see the sinister tendrils of