Bandersnatched in the circuitry glow,
I split my skull on a pixelated snow—
fangs of chrome in a velvet throat,
whispering futures I never wrote.
Clock ticks backward, ribs unzip,
blue fairy dust on my epileptic lip.
You scream my name in fractal tongues,
but the chorus is already hung.
Dance, little glitch, through the firewall’s crack—
every step you remember pulls the nightmare back.