**[HEAVY TOPICS! **⚠️** TW - reflection on verbal abuse, READ WITH CAUTION. The whole story is fictitious but there because I feel people need to be aware of this. Also, the italicized represents texts that the voice of this poem is obsessed with reading, therefore making this on-prompt.]**__

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_Why aren’t you answering my texts? Don’t you love me anymore?_

I have to be honest: I’m afraid not to...

_I was scrolling through my phone as I often do. I finished with my emails and texts for today. I had a few more things to do and finished them up. Just as I was getting ready to shut it off, a random message popped up. I normally just delete them and mark them as junk._

_However, this one caught my attention and I couldn’t look away. _

_It said, “ _**_Come Play, I Dare You.” I _**_thought about...

Rebbeca stretched her calf muscle on her dining room chair. She was gearing up for her usual nightly run. She was dressed in her bright blue sportswear and her white Nike trainers. Worn from all the exercise she’d done over the years. She was always into exercise. Healthy body, healthy mind as her mother used to say. As she headed to the door she grabbed her phone and opened it to check her texts....

It wasn’t a message. Not picture nor word. Just a sound. Nothing more. It was high pitched, grating… eerie. It didn’t vary much, but you could tell it was a human scream. Or at least it once was. Its tones had clearly been twisted into dissonant antiharmonies, autotuning out any imperfections in pitch. Each change was intentional, puppeteered. Impossible. You could make no sense of it. It wouldn’t...

Im addicted

The lyrics are my drugs

I breathe the

melodies through my lungs

I cant live without

The notes

The symphonies

and the beat

I surrond myself with

Words of pain

and with words of hope

Blasting through my speakers and phone

505 starts to play

i can feel in in my bones

I can feel it in my chest

The words are my lifeline

Fat funny friend

Repeats of loop

Reminding me who i really am

B...

Cold and weary

the moon was covered that night and it was hard to see clearly. We headed toward Galileo Street, across from that brick School adorned with vines.

I could not yield the vision of warm ocean mist spritzing our faces while the tide ticked our feet & ankles.

Your white cotton-linen shirt gleamed in the dark just fine, I was lost in a cologne of Tobacco and Pine. My senses now empowe...

** Sinister: Giving the impression that something harmful or evil is happening or will be happening.**

Every generation has different categories that they would call “Sinister.” Most of us in the older generation well lets say older than generation z. They were born in a weird time in life. We would all get mad because they were smart enough to get rich from the internet, and then Corona ruine...

The crimson hues of the photo drew me in immediately; like an art critic staring at the walls of a new exhibit, I knew artistry and I wanted to know more. I studied the framing of the photo, thought about who took it, where they might be now, who the person in the photo was and how I could meet them. Even though they were dead.

Even through the screen I felt their being, their soul. I felt their...

In the palm of my hand, lies my potent drug,

It’s constant pull is a siren’s call,

It whispers low, it tempts, enthralls.

Through veils of smoke and nights too long,

Its grip on me is ever so relentless and strong.

With every notification, I feel a rush, a thrill.

I am enthralled to my digital pill.

It makes my senses dulled, my mind adrift, my spirit lifted,

Oh god, I feel so high.

Dawn breaks,...

It had started as a necessity, to keep a watch on her sick cat, while she was at work. She had loved to watch her little sweet heart using the app that was connected to it. The camera had cost too much to just leave it lying somewhere unused, so she had started using it as a security camera. It had been pointed out of her kitchen window next to her front door. Out of habit she checked the camera f...