i refuse to serve my life to you
on a platter of pixels
for your consumption
dripping down your chin
as if in my own reality show
that nobody asked for
on a treadmill of likes and views
clips of life i give away
to hungry ghosts
in my phone
monetising meaning
for a silent audience
of lost lovers and trolls
acquaintances and lost connections
pressing little circles
for advertisements of life
they say it’s free
but I am the price
little poems 