Consequences

Screens sucked me in with their lustful loves,

And I tried to move my restless feet to the beat.

The crowd had torn up the first three rows,

So, I hoped someone sweet would save me a seat.

My brain played nice for the first two tries,

It observed the overplayed tropes with hope.

Others described these brand-new highs,

But I was losing rope on a downward slope.

The screens became brighter as I lost color.

My wings never grew, I could not feel a thing.

I was dancing on my tiptoes from lover to lover,

Looking for anything, even a sting.

But I was loved without any consequences.

The words deceived me, and they lost all meaning.

Soon enough I grew tired of climbing red fences,

And I knew that my consciousness was teething.

-Jackie