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.