His world stuck
on a monitor, 16 inches wide.
his heartbeat, the rhythm of the click of the mouse
attack, attack, attack,
heal; ctrl H
click, attack, click, attack
“You’re such a fag”
insults flinging across mics and headsets,
barreling from unseen faces
click, click, click,
glowing blue lighting the night
the edges of the screen, bordering his world, keeping him inside.