An infinite loop of confusion,
Fingers tightly locked in conspiracy.
Each digit multiplied,
creating an impenetrable wall
with their sex.
They stole into every nook of her mind,
forming a dark web of deceit.
It was this that kept them alive; it was
this that killed her.
I wrote this about an excel sheet I was working on. I wasn't enjoying it much, and struggling like hell. So I thought I'd have fun with it for a bit.
(romanticised data sheet much? Anyway, I like it. hehe.)
This is great, I liked the idea that what feeds them kills her, that somewhere they are intrinsically linked and therefore dependant.
ReplyDeleteAlways interesting to have background infos on the birth of a poem. On a sidenote, I wonder what pushed you to capitalize some lines and not the other :)
I hate working with excel, so I thought I wouldn't let my angst over working on it for the whole day go to waste. :P
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure why either, hadn't noticed why some were capitalised and others weren't. Will have to think about that; there must be a reason :)
Thank you again for your comments x