A white light shines on me
Its fluorescence harsh, unyielding
Like a thousand tiny needles stabbing their points into my pupils
The room is a tomb
With clicks and taps
Breaking its sanctity

Clawed fingers grapple at the keys
Rambling, pausing, rambling again
Uncaring of the destination
Till one or the other gives in
Is this deranged
Or just the signs of a healthy relationship