By Stefani Boutelier
The remote clicks her on She is channeled into ownership By a John, hidden behind the screen I watch and realize it's me A periphery, a ghost of myself The keyboard clicks away her Stats, her age is hidden in the ad Darkweb controls her evening plans They celebrated my sweet sixteen We are family, a relationship with an object The joystick controls her moves, a Manipulative click of the tongue with Reminders: hide her from others, exploit her for some I cower, confused why the media I watch Hides from me and doesn’t discover me The lights click on, her body exposed, worn Before adulthood, she lost track of her age Her soul is hidden, trust is dissolved I wait, internal struggle, my addiction sedates Me from the realities of my presence Who will stop this traffic controller?
Stefani Boutelier is a teacher educator. She writes to challenge herself and question the world around her. She has academic and creative publications in multiple genres.