Glitch

Glitch

A Poem by Mel Jayne
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A lonely boy and a computer virus.

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He put a hand over his mouth.
He would've screamed,
His tongue heavy and 
Ill-fitting in his mouth.
He would have tried to cry for help.
But he was already lost 
To the sickness of his mind.
His hand was damp 
And slick with sweat.

The boy smiled 
As a chill settled over him.
The puppet boy in his 
Cut jeans and red blood 
Around his shadows
Eyes raised to the sky
As he chokes out a laugh.

© 2017 Mel Jayne



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Seems he was bursting with mischievous intent - could almost see the smirk - great write! :-)

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Added on August 3, 2017
Last Updated on August 3, 2017
Tags: gore, horror, blood, poem, poetry, anti, jacksepticeye, gross, illness, antisepticeye, dark

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Mel Jayne
Mel Jayne

United Kingdom



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I want to share the stories of people who have been pushed away by the media. more..

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