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My Digital Prison

I came home from work
To an empty house
The tv left on
The taps running
But noone here

I look out the window
Into an empty garden
And surrounding gardens
Which are also empty
Noone there
Where is everyone?
Where is the family?
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The beds have not been slept in
The wardrobes are empty
The bathroom is dark
Noone there either

I find a mirror
With dust accumulating
There's something wrong
This mirror I do not recognise
Yet it is placed behind my desk
Where I sit everyday
In fact I recognise nothing in my room
Except the desk
Where the machine is
That I use daily
I recognise this machine
Better than my children

I walk to the mirror
The light shines on it
But I cannot see myself
So I wipe it
To allow my reflection to be seen
But I'm not there
I rub and rub and rub
But nothing shows

Panic

What has happened?
Where the hell am I?!
I move back in disbelief
And in the reflection
At the corner of my eye
I see the desk where I sit everyday
And the machine which I use everyday
And in the screen
I see in horror
My reflection
I see myself
Trying to escape from a digital prison
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