killing time (20/10/24)

social media’s killing time
leaves it dead in its tracks
to be trampled under swipes
and taps
and fifteen second lives,
tick-tock
your time is up
but it doesn’t mean a thing
in this nowhere space
the one without a face
the one without a place
to call home,
tick-tock
your time is up
where there are no edges
where there are no seams
blood without the veins
in which to keep it safe
splattering across the screen
souls under siege,
a cacophony of jargon,
pop-ups, ‘likes’ and streams,

an interwaste
where no one hears you scream;

tick-tock
your time is up
this drug of choice
this cluster-fuck,
tick-tock
your time is up
social bloody bleedia
in faery dust we trust,

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