The line on the screen blinks,
It waits, like an animal.
It waits for my response.
I scream and slam, down on the keyboard.
The screen splutters.
I pant, keys around me, hair in my face.
I scream again and race my fists towards the board.
I vent my anger.
And I cry.
I cry, and I moan like the dead.
And finally, I look up to the screen.
That darkening screen.
And a word, it glares in the darkness.
It glares at me, and I stare back,