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3840 Pixels
Friday nights at 9pm
Starring her beaten bruised body.
She is 3840 pixels on your 52”
baby blues glued to NBC like a saving grace.
“The following images are graphic”
gaze glazed lazily as beaten bodies blur.
O sweet slaughter
someone’s daughter
Mouths wide like worm-wanting baby birds
“here comes the airplane!”
Suicide isn’t Suicide
it is Netflix™ ratings
and smiling actors now riding fame
while teens stare stitch-mouthed unable to unsee.
Sliced wrists bring in more views
than the empty bottle of pills but
Our broken still More broken.
Baby. You are not a helping hand--
you are the gun on my temple.
Bang.
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I wrote this poem about our sick delight in disturbing stories. 13 Reasons Why, the television show on Netflix, and NBC's Dateline were my two biggest influencers in this poem. I'm aggravated that they use these shows for entertainment instead of as lessons. It's frustrating to me that we rely on these haunting truths in order to please ourselves, and I used that frustration in 3840 Pixels.