Cyberspace

(this was created using only words from a magazine article) 

I have no mouth

And I must scream.

Science has offered treatments,

Demonstrated the mechanics

Had I thought of it.

I can’t be the only person

Hoping to feel unfamiliar.

My concept,

My fairly limited toolkit,

Merely creates space inside

A virtual world.

The characters themselves

Are nothing special,

Swimming in artificial intelligence

And anxiety.

They’ve taken my naturalistic side,

Thieved my emotional range.

They’ve inserted a complex

Recipe, eight books long.

I’m missing Mother

In this digital space,

With ambiguous conflict

Between buttons and relationships.

Answer me, though the answer

Will not be terribly original.

Shall I kill you?