written for poetry splasharama--prompt:child pornography and the Internet
Bound by the blue glare of the screen
I creep unnoticed and unseen
like bindweed, tough and pernicious,
my deep, cord-like brittle white roots
spreading through fields of innocence
dank rhizomes of grief and despair.
Dig, burn, slash, eradicate me..
I am victim, prisoner, too.
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