Tap, tap. Click, click.
Euphoric flames yield up my fingertips.
A galaxy of illuminated images ignite
Ebony ripples in the pools of my eye
An endless strand of pearly-teethed promises.
Hold captive my unblinking lashes.
Tap tap tap, click click.
The fiery flames flow to my fat hips.
A parade of (skimmed)milky thigh gaps
Hair straight as the poles of flags, They say they can make me look equally thin
Just have to buy their video training
And go on a diet of bitter gourd skin.
For motivation I must add to my cart
The bawdry orange bandage dress
That costs only a grand
And would make me look like a pumpkin.
What? Didn't you hear that twerking girl?
It's the latest trend for this Halloween!
Tap tap tap, click, tap tap, click click.
The flames flare up my lips.
I need a shade of that bottle green
Lipstick to shame a peacock's preen,
Twelve inches of onyx heel
I'll be a siren, a witch dressed to kill.
Now all I need is man on my hook
To write me into a song,
Or maybe a book.
It'll sure be easy to do,
After all I have the most perfect, recommended look.
Tap tap tap tap, click click, tap tap tap tap, click.
The embers engulf all my skin.
Your look didn't work
I tripped and broke my chin.
But I didn't cry,
they shouldn't see
The bleeding, broken gums
Behind my now-viral grin.
Now you give me a back up plan
If I can't catch fresh meat
You offer me in your sights
An easy catch
I'll just snag the bored, rich, married man.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap, click.
Tap tap tap tap tap rap, click.
The burning has now singed the last of my hair tips.
Pearly-teethed promises
Reeking of deceit,
You conjectured me a dream
And made it smell like anti-depressants and scar-healing cream.
All your gaudy baubles that you made look like offerings,
Were just to catch this fish in your phishing schemes.
Now here I type this with bleeding fingertips
And a burnt heart
And burnt green bills
That have no cures on WebMD.
Binary soul sucker hiding behind the screen
I got tangled time and again
In the maze of your matrix.
Now my eyes blown up like planets
Red rivers rip them to bits,
Life evanesced.
I type you these last words
As red ink seeps into the cracks of the keys.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap ta-
~*~
This was written for the Pensive Poets' Club prompt "Dreams and Monsters." What do you think this is really about? What is your interpretation of this poem?