Tears In My Inbox

by April 14, 2018 0 comments

Sadness rains from lines of dotted eyes,
permeating scripted font, selected
to emulate long-handed care. Scanned
briefly before being quickly dismissed.
Discarded as corny self-indulgence,
the browser, closed without second
thought. They are trapped
in sentient cell, mourning lack
of salvatory filing, counting down
their days to inevitable deletion.

editors note:

But, wait – how about the Cloud? Everything lives in the Cloud forever, right? – mh clay

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