Her face fills the screen, she sings to me and she is the girl I see everywhere; she is singing to me and the saliva in my mouth is bubbling, fizzy and alcoholic. The edges of the screen pixelate and the colours leak into the room, books fall from the ceiling and I see her holding her face, she looks up but I am no longer with her. I think if my parents saw me here, now; they would see the red, they would see the debt in their own screens, the total expense of my existence and they would press delete. The room falls apart and my possessions scatter. I think of her like liquid filling my ears. This liquid that fills my veins is magnetic and all metal is stripped from the walls, crushing me.
I can’t keep my eyes off of her. I am the knot in her back, the itch she can’t scratch. The fly which torments her and inevitably dies alone.