There was a buzz
then a slap that stung like a bug
bite, and left a welt on the face
of my computer where you
appeared again, after
I thought I had gotten you out of my system

Cyberspace parasite
you will not feed
on my life, sucking
again like an overgrown
infant, because I am
cutting
your fiber-optic umbilical cord

You may never know about the torment
your torturous ways
diffused through my capillaries
after all, it's instinct
the wounds you left, and the incessant hum
has roared behind my eardrums
too long: this is my final whimper
I'm extricating you
I'm sealing you off from my skin
I'm sealing you in with the pain

I hope you fade into the static
Doppler-shifting into the distance
just another harmless white noise