she is lost
                      praising
amidst p i x e l s and             voices
that sing to her
from behind screens.

she is lost
and her screaming eyes
are acid-green lines of code -
repeat script until

stopped.

she is lost
                held back by a                     she
                                    drop
will feel
in men that know her.

she's lost
they don't know her
but yet they sing,
behind screens.

she is lost, yes,
but finds a pitiful excuse for (herself)
in this here place here.
click.