The cursor blinks expectantly
Compellingly, unyieldingly
Something stirs my inner calm
With tongs charged with electricity
I see them bare their tungsten teeth
Serrated, set and bite-ready
They start to pick at the soft glow
That cloaks my core delicately
The zen shades come quickly undone
One by one efficiently, unerringly
Until the luminosity 
Of the buzzing pliers hits
My chakras humming quietly
The glow transforms to garish light
I’m overtaken, panic strikes
My heart leaps up, it’s on the run
Blood rushing, pitching oxygen
To my eyes and my extremities 
I blink once, twice and then again
As the cursor straight and stark
Marks its time ominously
I tap-tap-delete-tap feverishly 
Fingers on the dread-locked keys
But there is no hidden gem 
That flows from this cataclysm 
On the page in front of me
I look up, I take a breath
The screen retreats into its depths 
Some days it really is just best
To give the grim cursor a rest.