her phone was her bible,
her true
rosary beads,
her
one true love.
she slept with it
cradled in her hand,
took it
to the bathroom,
it went everywhere with
her,
never more than an
arms length away.
it was filled with the past,
the dark secrets of her life,
the shadow world
of lies,
all that
she couldn't share, but
safe inside
the metal box.
the ding, the constant
ding, throughout the day,
long into the night.
like pavlov's dog
she salivated at each new
text, new e mail,
new picture from
him, and that imaginary
life.
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