Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks September 2015 (Internet) | Page 11

Cyber Queen Fiona Grimes My warmth that is You, has grown cold. Ignored because of A screen I can’t Break through. Virtual you Has become more you than the you who sits before me. Your face has become More pixels than pores. Your words Are not spoken but typed; Slowly and full of Beautiful language But silent. Wifi has become your oxygen I can’t stand you taking one More breath. People exist behind Your tiny screen, Who live and move, Not to type But to interact In real life And not in the Interactive and virtual world. 11