[Poem] rePLAY
rePLAY
Pressed
it again.
Let
the gray circle roll.
Black
screen,
Lit
up with the sun.
Illuminate
her face.
Black
irises.
White
glow.
The
Sun.
Shiny
and Bright.
Beautiful
and Full of life.
Even
though it was on a screen.
Just
a fake.
Was
an electronic replica.
But
that was all she have.
Pressed
it again.
And
the gray circle rolled.
Her
eyes burns.
But
not her body.
She
touched the screen.
Pretend
that its warmth could reach her.
Pretend
to return.
And
replay those days.
When
there were light.
And
smiles.
When
there were friends.
And
love.
Not
darkness.
Not
cold.
Not
the stench of blood and death in her mouth.
Not
the hunger gnawing in her, calling her to kill.
Not
the fangs cutting into her lips.
Get
her away.
Get
her out.
The
Sun is Life.
And
she was not.
She
was not….
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