d͓̽i͓̽g͓̽i͓̽t͓̽a͓̽l͓̽ p͓̽h͓̽a͓̽n͓̽t͓̽o͓̽m͓̽s͓̽

haunted by digital phantoms
they lure me into a pixelated daze
point of access known, basic text usurps ambiguity of the embodied
these hyper-ghosts live in defined parameters
yet still in the day the body aches to close the distance
although it is sure to decode the daydream

words in the digital can't convey a stifle, a stutter
microexpressions, sadness in the eyes
like memories of childhood ghosts under the bed
it may be better not to retrospect and delineate between the fantasy and the real
but desire's compulsion to destroy itself defeats all safety nets
even when the boundaries of the social are neatly defined
we obliterate what is for a hopeful grasp at "truth" through the body
take what was clean and bring it into the flesh to see how
the digital hides the ugliness compared to who we wish to be
these phantoms i meet; i should leave their corpses be
haunt me