A poem by MANASVINI MONI.
‘A speck in the universe’
‘A particle of dust’
‘An old nail left to rust’
‘No offence taken!’, I nod. I agree with your thoughts. Inconsequential to the world. Inconsequential to me. I agree.
Yet
I feel
My mind drawn to my unimportance. Like a key word highlighted with a neon green pen.
I intently watch myself.
My feet on a stroll.
My slump on the couch.
My thumb on a scroll.
‘Fascinating…how she does nothing.’
Self-reflection on a perfect loop
The video doesn’t pause. My own personal hell bubble.
Yet
I disappear
The subject of no one else’s scrutiny. The rusted nail on an old shelf.
Functioning just enough to avoid replacement.
I am perverse.
My own voyeuristic gaze, intensely aware of every move I make.
Hands fidgeting, mind buzzing. A spectator with no control. Sat alone in the velvet seat. Buttery popcorn, and fizzing soda.
2 and a half stars to Hotel California. An interesting protagonist, but there is no plot. Credits roll and there is no director. I get up to leave and there is no exit.
- Rewind.
- Rewatch.
- Criticise.
- Rot.
I sit still and she stands still, looking back at me through the silver screen. I wish I could reach her, and rewrite the plot. Enter her body and transfuse my thoughts.
But here I am. Consciously static. A rusted nail with a brain.
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