A daughter full of confusion comes home

And puts her crimson-rimmed glasses on the table

The smashed cell phone shards on an office floor, witness to her slow, but definite dismantling

Evidence of a conversation she’d rather forget

“Sis”, as briefly as that word left her crush’s mouth, is the word that continues to repeat itself in her mind

And stab her consciousness unrelentingly

Unrequited love never triggered a past addiction so quickly

But the table is starting to squeak …

”Thanks, for bringing me back to reality”, she tells the squeaking table

The load of a shattered self-esteem could no longer hold.