Digital Reflections

The alarms are screaming but my world's still neon bright. Eyes glued to

a phone before I even see the light. A gallery of smiles all curated

to perfection. Each silent in this scroll, a cut in my reflection.

We're all faking how we fly in a digital glass house. Saluting broken real,

whispering help me out. Said I'd unplug at ten, now it's quarter

past the dread. Chasing hearts on a screen, a habit in my head.

The minutes bleed like ink, pass the 3 AM divide. That's the danger

zone where there's nowhere left to hide. Feel the static surge,