Slow Burn: A Poetry Collection

Passing Time

I pressed play

and her programming shuddered

I watched the pixels blink across

tight, color matched thighs

She danced for me,

dim lights reflecting off the glitching in her hair

I didn't know how long I'd been there,

but her body curved at me on a loop

and the stubble on my chin whisked

at the lip of the bottle in my hand

I imagined that I would have told her

that she's too pretty to be in a place like this

and she'd laugh and say she's rightly suited

for it

Either way, we coexisted there,

and I'd never been more alone.