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Digital Eternity
by Christina Sng
Is it too much to give up:
My physical body
For a digital eternity?
.
Never having to eat
Or suffer the indignities
Of the body ever again?
.
No more pain or death.
Only lightness, without
The weight of this frail body.
.
Yet, I could never hold
My children again,
Nor snuggle our cat.
.
Never kiss their cheeks
Nor curl up with them,
Feeling completely at peace.
.
“All you have to do is sign here
And we can transfer you
Immediately,” the salesman says.
.
I notice the digital self
Of a woman on his office wall.
She looks at me and I, her.
.
In her eyes,
All I see is sadness
And regret.
.
I walk away
In my dying body
And return home to my family.
.
Maybe another day, I think.
But not today.
Home is where I want to be.
Fiction © Copyright Christina Sng
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com.
More from Christina Sng:
A Collection of Nightmares
Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.
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