Phone 2

I'm sitting here, in one corner of my room.

in the other corner is my mobile telephone. (silent)

i don't really want to look at it, as it would merely be a confirmation of what i suspect.

there will be nothing there.

its like Schrodinger's cat until i actually look at it, i might still be popular.

(of course the liklihood of this is lower than the belly of a snake, but on the other hand the the possibility is still there)

so i avoid looking at it (hardly brave)

and then it taunts me. insists i come over, take a peek at the screen.
A flash of light.
What? No. It can't be.

checking to see if that tiny envelope, like a beacon carrier of new information.
BATTERY LOW.

the phone is now on the floor. it seems to have transformed from a single piece to a collective of pieces. lying on the floor like the broken

remains of people in war movies.