When Diamonds Turn to Coal: Part 2; I Can’t Feel Those Photos Anymore

I skim my snaps and see unfamiliar smiles.

Of us, simply serenaded in sweetness.

It’s astounding: how sadistic, how sorrowful

It all seems, sounds, settles: Insta-sad.

Substance doesn’t seep through, nor sighs.

Seeds need substantial sustenance to survive.

Yet, this starburst shakes. Depression stays.

Anxiety throws her in a sequential haze.

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