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Sweating, fidgeting
Eyes downcast, cheeks burning red
Mortified we sit
About the Creator
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
This is wayyyy too relatable! Loved your Senryu!
Great poem! ♥️