a book of poems

keyboard

my fingers touch the
keyboard, relishing every
key that is on the device.
each tap is an addition to
the story of my life, every
space a stutter of ignorance.

every mistake i have ever made
can be erased with a "backspace",
and every decision made an
"enter". i type profusely on the
keyboard, editing my life away.

there was a crack. crap! i spoiled
the "backspace" button. too many
mistakes have been made, too
many times the key has been
tapped. now, there isn't such a key
anymore. tragic, what a travesty!

i panic. my fingers tremble, and
shake. wild thoughts rush through
my mind. no more mistakes! they
can't be deleted no more. yet my
fingers just can't stop shaking. a
false move, and everything will
collapse on a bed of failure and lies.

i slip;
rl + alt + f1 and enter.

i see blood. i see me.
i see me... and blood.

the light of the keyboard
vanishes, and so do i.