Subwoofer Lullaby

Pockets of brief protection

In lands creatively encoded with desire of freedom

From my reality of survival

There are Lullabies that echo fear

Of what once was

When I listen now

I meet the shell of her

A silver cloud dusts her eyes

With a Macintosh of memories

She halted and caught fire

Before anyone else could control

The altered net of safety

She planned to delete all along

M.J.I