Unrecorded
A poem about rising above the noise.
Not every message deserves a monument.
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Lina taps her phone.
Scrolls.Ā
Light tweaks transform her face.Ā
Her shoulders taut.Ā
Breath - short.Ā
Her thumb hovers.Ā
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Her mind -
Aware.
The WhatsApp Chat comes alive.
"How could she say that?"
"That was out of line!"
"If she wasn't our mum -'
Her heart narrows.Ā
The room -
Smaller than it once was.
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She clicks on the tab.
Closed.
The screen is black.
The room -
As it was.
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She returns to her room.
Three heads lift.Ā
Tails answer long before her.
Warm fur under her palm.
A warm weight against her legs.
Breath warming her soul.
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The phone.
Face down on the table.
The WhatsApp message -
Continues. Yet unseen.
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A head buries itself in her hand.
She pats it.
"it's" alright.
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It's about hurtful noise.
The message.
Not forgotten.
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Unrecorded.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin for Vocal's Say It Plainly challenge.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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