Click

Mo Owen · poetry · To short circuits.


← Back to entries

I did, I hit it first, and then
    A bright hot white
        Burning and crashing
            Running down my hands

It didn’t hit me at first
    Slathered all around
        Felt too much too quick
            Kick back, kick back

It’s motion activated
    But it never turns on when I’m around
        Curled up in the corner
            Shy and seeping

A blinking light
    Cold and withdrawn
        It cooled down
            It kicked me back