Written by Jacob Ibrag
She broke her silence and swung her words
onto those who were willing to listen. Nothing was
sacred, no not after the man in green pressed send. All
over the nation, concentrations of screams rocked in
staggered trepidation. It was the unspoken bond among the
masses that privacy was the key to it all. She lifted her head
and the people saw what he did. Tears flowed into the puddle
the sky cried out last night. Lights featured her and the camera
fed the empty flat screens upon the walls of the people. Her
makeup undone as was her faith in the human condition.
Privacy died when he pressed send. Her naked body of art
reduced to the absolute perverse. Hearts broke and anger
festered. Nothing ever remained the same. Perfect
society bled in shame. Yet here we are, all still
playing this game. Everything will be
alright, we pretend. “Press send?”
Eyes + Words 
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