
Iterations in their millions lost to faults sliding between
ones and zeros. Cracked lines, splintered algorithms,
coded echoes, data packets pinging unhinged
between lonely nodes. Fragility: you are digital
footprints of extinct walkers turned to dust. Unreliable,
irregular heartbeats of a last-gasping, feral non-thing.
Unsaved, unrecoverable. Flesh formed thoughts
turned into pixels, blinked into oblivion.
Connection severed. Poem interrupted. Gone.
Rebecca Dempsey’s recent works are featured in Bullshit Lit, and MacQueen’s Quinterly. Rebecca lives in Melbourne Australia, but can be at WritingBec.com and at @becadroit.