Texting

Olivia

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Texting

“Daddy! I love my new IPhone” she says. Her curly blonde hair covers her bright grey eyes. Her lips slip into a smile. Her long fingers clench the device in her palms. She's afraid it will disappear. Daddy never thought she would be brain-dead. Her nimble hands fly over the keys of her phone. That phone used to be a piano. She shuts out the sunshine. She sends text after text.

Her dad shake his head wondering what happened to writing letters. His stomach is in knots. He now realizes… he’s lost her. She isn’t the little girl who exposed her skin to the clover sunshine. She’s lost in electric brain waves. Bound tight from the chords of her phone. Burying herself in her purple IPhone case. She’s making a wall. She is slowly rotting.
The computer is forever stamped into her diamond soul. Why doesn’t she pick up a pen filled with ink and draw? She’s possessed by her phone. She cakes on make-up walks out the door. Her biggest fear is to be without a plug. Her jaw rarely moves in an actual conversation. She disconnects with the real world. One day maybe, just maybe, she'll decide to play piano again. Maybe one day she will draw but for now she’s stuck. Deep down, her nose buried in a phone. No care to worry about. Just texting