A Card

A heavy pen bears lamentable words. It etches into the carbon plane an inescapable experience, an emotion branded from now until the end of time, be that dissolved into a mush of pulp or borne unto the sky as withered ash. Does the emotion clash with the underlying being? Does it have any recourse for this artificial sentiment, the glitter and fuzzy cat photos that have been fused with its body?

I shake my head and walk deeper into Target.

Hallmark is getting darker these days.