6:04 AM
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the last one a smiley face seen at
11:37pm
a week ago, three days after your
date
maybe he’s busy,
you tell yourself
but he’s posted stories since then,
pink-rimmed and throbbing
like your aching heart
you swallow bile,
pulling yourself out of bed
work will be calling soon
if you don’t hurry
8:07AM
thank god for waterproof mascara
your coworkers will never have to know
Bestie texts, checking in
how r u babe?
still feeling down
girl, he’s not worth it
idk just…
did I do something wrong?
Bestie is typing…
12:35PM
a watched pot never boils
so you waited until your lunch break
patient like an alchemist
trying to get blood from a stone
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> Messages (1)
your heart leaps, then drops
a millisecond later
> Carol (work)
Sent a post from CookingCasseroles…
damn it
it’s Carol again
but you reply anyway,
holding back bitter tears
in your throat
thank you! I appreciate you thinking of me
Carol is typing...
3:26PM
on your third energy drink now,
you’re exhausted
and replaying every little thing
on the big screen in your head
were you too hopeful in front of him?
dizzy and awestruck with love in your charts?
an ad on your FYP shouts
Claim your free Love reading here…
libra x gemini, a perfect pairing
but you don’t really believe in these stars anymore
6:07PM
classic girl dinner is on the menu tonight:
skinny popcorn and drugstore wine
Mom tries to call you, but you let it ring
your voicemail voice bubblier than ever
Mom: is everything okay baby?
sorry, Im not feeling well
it’s technically not a lie
burrowed in bed
scrolling past lingerie ads
and men that look like him
but aren’t
he posts more stories
and you watch all of them so he knows you’re alive,
your slutty selfie for him
freshly decaying in an Internet graveyard
[ALARM]
-fridge prosecco
it’s not very cold, but cold enough
you keep scrolling,
others’ stories pulsing with life
Bestie texts again:
you should eat something
you ignore her, down the wine
11:45PM
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a wine drop drags down your screen,
hitting buttons,
your thumb hovering
over that red nuclear code
block or report user?
Bestie texts: u still up?
you hesitate again,
rereading his name,
counting down minutes to midnight
like a princess with a dying wish,
all those dreams
you wanted to weave between his “baby”s
and heart emoji eyes
Bestie, again: babe go to bed, please
im worried about you
you sigh,
a few long minutes passing.
maybe I should try Carol’s recipe
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another sigh.
you’re out of wine.
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