Scrolling
Scrolling
still scrolling.
A kaleidoscope of brilliance,
Colors, an explosion of joy,
A cacophony of other lives.
Scrolling
Scrolling
still scrolling.
Moments smear
into baseness.
Hotel pools, and umbrella'd drinks
chase flowers and Feminism.
Scrolling
Scrolling.
Statements churn
into a dam of screams.
Positivity and presence
demand singular fierceness.
Me, me, me. Always me.
A coiling in the base of my stomach.
Scrolling
Scrolling
Not you, it hisses
Not yet.
Not ever, it hisses
Not enough.
Insidiously it snakes through my spine.
Scrolling,
rising.
Scrolling,
rising.
Until.
A breath caught.
Enough.
—Diane Douiyssi
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