New Text Ping

The flood of notifications Constant and deafening Each one more vile Each one more unhinged

They roll in around you Like an abyss pulling you inward Life rolling along, texts rolling in Like the winds of a hurricane passing over

Unrelenting Unbelievable Unread Until life takes a break

Reading them is like watching a train slowly crashing Each one a new moment of a horrible tragedy unfolding Never will the sound of that notification not being the anxiety of what’s on the other side of it Never again will communication be regarded the same

Here they come The eye has passed over Brace yourself for the winds Buckle up and weather the storm