Work Text:
one day you
will look up from
your phone and realize
how quiet
our house has become
Just a poem venting my feelings about my mom and he closeness to her phone. This may be the vibe of "I'm fourteen and this is deep" which is sadly a phase I went through at 14.
Title from the song Digital Silence by Peter McPoland
(See the end of the work for notes.)
one day you
will look up from
your phone and realize
how quiet
our house has become
Will not be uploading much. Senior year is kicking my butt. But hey I'll get a nice English degree to sit and collect dust.