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The Trance
Fire-engine scribbles drove their way around the
troubled whiteness of life-worn eyes.
Trembling, she let her fingers wrap
around the strange contours of a device all too familiar.
Will tonight be different?
Soft sighs shattered stagnant silence--
with a curled back and pursed lips, she continued
moving from one pointless endeavor to the next,
hazed to the brink of hallucination.
I shouldn't be doing this, but...
Blank staring.
Forced socializing.
A generation in decay;
And finally, it was over.
She laid herself to rest,
Chastising her careless lifestyle,
but knowing it would continue the next nightfall.
Another evening wasted
on laptops and insomnia.
~ Sarah-Jane Calvaneso