the screen
pixelates
faces are transposed
dialogue stutters
as canned laughter
warbles
i sit
transfixed
as this glimpse
into hell
is unfolding
exerting itself
into reality
the wind
acting as a
divination
of distorted
dreamterrors
voices rage
on multiple
registers
sanity begins
to fracture
i seek the
hidden meaning
the unholy
treatise
in the scrambled
scenes that
draw howls
from the freshly
captured audience
damned souls
begging for release
tormented by
reruns that
never ran
not in this
biting satire
of demonic
possession
the sheer
absurdity of
random torture
as projected
through electric eyes