She wonders when
and why they
all
died inside

(eyelids poking through the
ethers to see smokescreens burning
digital flash singeing off
facial hair and
screaming scar tissue
is muted through the cacophony
of information
fabricated to
sell you something
new you also
can't...(answer yourself
anymore so just ignore the flames
and keep on searching infinite
waves of trivial
barbwire madness)