Ven Conmigo

There's a distant hum as I pass by the TV.

The screen is blank, yet I can feel the eyes of the nation watching.

They're listening.

Waiting.

Wanting more.

The dog insistently barks at the empty black box.

A grounded hum vibrates my inner ear.

I click the off  button on the remote and unplug the connections.

The hum grows louder, until I migraine.

My eyes seize and start to roll around in my head.

Its hypnotic trance, pulls me to my knees.

I am face level with the screen.

It flickers on.

Colorful patterns dance across its scrambled face..

The channel attempts to caress my face.

David Cronenberg has warned us before, but I can't resist the sirens call.

I press my face against the glass trying to follow my maiden.

Again and again, I knock my head against the glass, attempting to break into her world.

Each strike, I use more force.

Each blow, I lose more blood.

Over and over I try to escape, until my eyes gloss over and cut to black.

Fade out.

Fin.