A Room of Distractions with No Exit
© Claudia Deborah, 2022
I find myself here when things go bad. When people disappoint me, or hurt me. When I’m lonely. When everyone’s got somewhere to go or someone to be with, I’m here.
Every screen faces me and shows me something familiar, something I enjoy, something I know so well I could quote it word for word. Everything tastes the same as it always has. All this comforts me.
Light streams in from windows but no one can get to me. I’m unreachable, un‑hurtable and unable to leave until I’ve bled my distractions dry.
Every screen faces me and shows me something familiar, something I enjoy, something I know so well I could quote it word for word. Everything tastes the same as it always has. All this comforts me.
Light streams in from windows but no one can get to me. I’m unreachable, un‑hurtable and unable to leave until I’ve bled my distractions dry.
© Claudia Deborah, 2022