By Frank Yin
Phones are a drug
Pleasure then pain
Necessary but not
Irresistible
Its fire quickly brings light to a dark day
But every bzzz and scroll are the ashes covering more of the sun
Leaving more darkness gaping in the heart of the average person
The pair of eyes are geysers ready to erupt
Every bubble is the twitch of an eye
The pools of water reflect the color of the sun
The eyes make an egg sizzle on contact
They allow us to bring loved ones closer
But also push them away
Every ring and bzz draws us into a never ending slide of darkness
It brings up the question “One more minute?”
But we always seem to wait for the end of the slide instead of jumping off
Phones are a drug