Missing
They took me away.
I miss my phone.
I couldn’t have it.
For a week.
Sad lights.
Instead of ethereal lights.
Buried.
Lights shining and singing.
Healing.
I saw healing in the corner of my eye.
They took my phone away.
They took my phone and put it away.
Then I can feel everything sway.
When you faint, it’s not a delight.
But for a second I can see a bright light.
And that’s not a good first day.
They turn the lights out at 9:00 pm sharp.
Every day, for the whole week.
I miss my phone.
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