Glass case for your soul
a tinted window for your eyes
moveable screens, fingertip dreams
a digital heart running on electricity.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Glass case for your soul
a tinted window for your eyes
moveable screens, fingertip dreams
a digital heart running on electricity.
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Want more? Check out my Patreon!
-Alina
2 responses to “Digital Heart (poem #334)”
Very nice metaphors.
Thank you!