Monotone pitter patter,
Thundering voices echo upward,
Clicking of nail scraping varnish,
red
Like blood pouring from wrists.
The elephant in the room,
A phone on the edge of the bed,
It has a mind of its own,
It screams out persuasively,
Pulsating piercing pictures,
In an attempt to showcase,
Lives of perfect people,
Undermining the screaming reality
Of everything else.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoetryWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
