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Aug 2010
Breakage.
A pounding,
drumming
off – key
non-rhythmic beat
desperately searching
for any kind of
recognizable melody,
in my head.
Nonsensical.
It doesn’t make sense
and yet it keeps
occurring on a
regular basis
that one might
think it makes sense.
Silence.
the absence of
a blinking message
no typing
no smiley face
not even a
sad one,
one might think
it was too quiet
in here.
Screams.
pounding
off-beat
silent
sad
screams.
It hurts
but no one can tell.

Except by the blinking of my eye.
Nicole Lourette
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