She is…
Palms open and exposed over keyboards
Gasping fingers who speak in symbols
Thumbing over frigid numbers and digits
Extended, hesitating over wide screens
Weeping with each strumming stroke
She is…
Limbs awkwardly folded over another
Pressed chest to chest and pounding
Bumping hearts and breathing lungs
Slung over restless heels and meals
Dined not with wine, but formalities
Spread across data and worksheets
Compelled to comply to platonic pleasantries
Un-romanced and opaque relations
She is…
Chameleon smiles churning tapestry
Draped over rods and worn at the wall
Folded crevices kept closed and reposed
She is obsolete and tainted, failed attempts and livid mistakes
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