Alte
2024-04-23

***

So long, my old computer.
We hardly knew each other,
and those that we shared were some of the worst of my days.
While you were in my grasp
I somehow managed to lose track
of my sense of self,
sell
it to a stranger
who first felt my chaotic blood, Judas, prime betrayer.

Goodbye, you old piece of shit,
even though you were the newest
apart from my desktop that I bought in hopes of work.
Funny how the decade-old
laptops bitter, short, and slow
have lasted longer than you did despite bearing far more hurt.
I'll have to spend a few days just to bleed
from the ego pain
of knowing a way
to repair is out of reach.

Rest in piss
in the salvage bin
or the back of my closet, never used again.

***

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