Doe eyes encased in glass.
Pretty monster inside a window sill.
Spiders sweet on her tongue,
on her fingers.
Singing to that girl from Algebra exactly what you think.
Clawing at the screen.
Little one with electric teeth.
Bite down on that plug.
Laugh it off.
Reality’s easier when you remain faceless.
Bitter mouth bleeding
from those electric teeth.
The Algebra girl likes to cry fireworks on the screen.
Her fingers flying on your skin.
It hurts a world.
Little one with wired limbs.
Leave the plug.
Crawl through the screen.
A pretty monster in the making.