The mark of a blood blister appears
A phantom wound, waiting
And you just have to release the blood

Not unlike a notification on your phone.

A bright, numbered blood blister soaking in underneath the screen
You tap the flag and it bursts, red and stale;
The sharp words beneath it sting as they reach the air.

Words that would never dare be said to your face
Things that people used to keep in their own heads
Thoughts that, a decade ago, were wisely left unspoken

But here we are…

In a world where you can breathe fire into a tiny keyboard
And create a blister on somebody else from a million miles away
Those cowardly words swarm momentarily in a cloud

Then drop
Blister
Pop

Never to be unsent
unread
unsaid

Regardless of whether or not they were truly meant.

Luciana, 29