03-09-2015, 08:13 AM
Original:
The phone gazes skyward at Joelle,
its lens blinks,
its body radiates with the niceties of perfection.
It pulls Joelle’s hand over its forefront,
caressing itself in the third person,
unattached to the movement.
Joelle clicks the phone case back and forth,
chafing the edges of its smooth and titanium frame.
The hard plastic cuts into the phone’s body,
like gravel into a shoe’s tread.
As Joelle fiddles with the phone case,
the device takes note of a strand of her hair,
and clasps it in the sub-millimeter wide crevice
that sits between the phone and its case.
Joelle’s complexion slowly cakes over,
absentmindedly,
as the phone both wiggles and squirms, slithers,
snakily. The phone triumphantly frees itself,
and pulls Joelle’s hair right out of its follicle,
like the phone had had its charger removed oh-so-many times.
It free falls, disoriented and confused,
until moments later it lands face first.
Its body
breaks panoramically
and
shatters slowly
and
cleaves unrestricted.
It scatters like a book’s pages once swarmed by fire,
relinquishing the relished refinements it is composed of.
Joelle picks the phone back up, and stares at its burned face
like one only would at a phone.
Revised:
The phone gazes skyward at Joelle.
Its lens blinks-
its body radiates with the niceties of perfection.
The device pulls her hand over its forefront,
caressing itself in the third person,
unattached to the movement.
Joelle clicks her phone case back and forth,
chafing the edges of its smooth and titanium frame.
The hard plastic,
like gravel into a shoe's tread,
cuts into the the phone.
As she fiddles,
the device takes note of a strand of her hair,
and clasps it in the crevice
between the phone and its case.
Joelle’s complexion slowly cakes over,
absentmindedly;
her phone wiggles, squirms, and slithers;
it triumphantly gains freedom,
and pulls Joelle’s hair from her scalp
like the phone had had its charger removed oh-so-many times.
It free falls, disoriented and confused,
until moments later it lands face first.
Its body
breaks panoramically
and
shatters slowly
and
cleaves unrestricted.
It scatters like a book’s pages once swarmed by fire,
relinquishing its relished refinements.
Joelle picks it back up, and stares at its now wrinkled face
like one only would at a phone.
The phone gazes skyward at Joelle,
its lens blinks,
its body radiates with the niceties of perfection.
It pulls Joelle’s hand over its forefront,
caressing itself in the third person,
unattached to the movement.
Joelle clicks the phone case back and forth,
chafing the edges of its smooth and titanium frame.
The hard plastic cuts into the phone’s body,
like gravel into a shoe’s tread.
As Joelle fiddles with the phone case,
the device takes note of a strand of her hair,
and clasps it in the sub-millimeter wide crevice
that sits between the phone and its case.
Joelle’s complexion slowly cakes over,
absentmindedly,
as the phone both wiggles and squirms, slithers,
snakily. The phone triumphantly frees itself,
and pulls Joelle’s hair right out of its follicle,
like the phone had had its charger removed oh-so-many times.
It free falls, disoriented and confused,
until moments later it lands face first.
Its body
breaks panoramically
and
shatters slowly
and
cleaves unrestricted.
It scatters like a book’s pages once swarmed by fire,
relinquishing the relished refinements it is composed of.
Joelle picks the phone back up, and stares at its burned face
like one only would at a phone.
Revised:
The phone gazes skyward at Joelle.
Its lens blinks-
its body radiates with the niceties of perfection.
The device pulls her hand over its forefront,
caressing itself in the third person,
unattached to the movement.
Joelle clicks her phone case back and forth,
chafing the edges of its smooth and titanium frame.
The hard plastic,
like gravel into a shoe's tread,
cuts into the the phone.
As she fiddles,
the device takes note of a strand of her hair,
and clasps it in the crevice
between the phone and its case.
Joelle’s complexion slowly cakes over,
absentmindedly;
her phone wiggles, squirms, and slithers;
it triumphantly gains freedom,
and pulls Joelle’s hair from her scalp
like the phone had had its charger removed oh-so-many times.
It free falls, disoriented and confused,
until moments later it lands face first.
Its body
breaks panoramically
and
shatters slowly
and
cleaves unrestricted.
It scatters like a book’s pages once swarmed by fire,
relinquishing its relished refinements.
Joelle picks it back up, and stares at its now wrinkled face
like one only would at a phone.