Hurtful Noise

Not every message deserves a monument.
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Lina taps her phone.
Scrolls. 
Light tweaks transform her face. 
Her shoulders taut. 
Breath – short. 
Her thumb hovers. 
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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. 
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. 
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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