NaPoWriMo 1: Secret Lives

My secret did not keep.

It was like a mating call

that sound it made

and my heart jumped coyly

at its demanding tone.

Its backlit screen

like a pair of headlights

had me stay

despite the danger.

Haptic response

vibrations across continents

moved plates

blocked frontal lobes

released floods of

lava.

It threatened my home

scorched our garden

and the playground

before it was stopped

by force.

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