when she sits at the dinner table
she has two options:
stare at the table
or scroll through Instagram
or check or Twittter follower count
or see if someone has purchased
anything from her store
or read her blog
or voted for her story
her life is online
her eyes burn from
the hours of dangerous
blue light that sears her pupils
buy there is nothing else
to do
she's turned into a zombie
addicted to technology
because human interaction is
nonexistent
and it's killing her that
no one has conversations anymore
everyone hears
but
no one listens
"remember when I
asked you
yesterday
where you got
those jeans from,
where did you say"
"i don't remember
what would you do
if you tried at sell
something and someone
was asking you for
a portion of it"
"don't do it"
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what happened
to a happy
home
where you
could always
turn to
family
when you
needed them
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Pastry
Puisipastry noun a sweet baked food made of dough It's amazing how something so sweet could crumble so easily For the second time, enter the mind of a girl in her late teens trying to cope with the loss of her identity. (Book 2 of the "Ash" poetry tri...
