The question at the end.

Snaps Clicks Sparks

Switches Keys Buttons.

Sudden

input ignites

the pilot flame

into a blazing volcano.

I'm transpiring romance.

A messaged image

and some characters

transforming into

words

into

phrases

a, your, voice

translating into

sounds

into

chants.

A kid's song

I want it, I don't, I want_

Social media abundance

creates emotional deserts.

Imagine while still possible

the craziness of the

brains

when veins

transport wine.

Smell my fright

I'm sweating it!

Shall I destroy my heart or 

cut it into pieces

to satisfy

everybody or

to please

myself?