I.
An image unlike myself—
Who am I?
Liked..?
Staring at my reflection,
the algorithm’s bride.
II.
Who am I?
To be loved is to be seen:
in sickness and in health,
in data, never flesh.
III.
Reduced—
a profile, pixel-pale,
A life…
Picture perfect
a wound behind the glass.
IV.
Loved.
Yet… full of hate.
A story eats me whole.
Lust and Consumption
A fire
Fearsily flickering..
A hunger with no mouth
Am I…. In Love
The screen glows… yes ?
“When can I see you”
….read
A swipe, A stare
A currency of want.
Do you… love me?
The algorithm hesitates.
A like
Can I be loved?
The idea of you,
A ghost I made
Can I… Love?
Dehumanization and Disposability
I.. am
Half-lit,
blurred at the edges
My reflection staring back at me
My hands pixelated
A snapshot turned static
Trending now muted
I am
lost
My ghost wondering
Seeking… finding
To be liked
To be loved is to be seen
Error
no one can see me
To be liked
The screen glows shut
not even an ECHO
left to haunt the feed.
Alone… at last