TV Nights
Last night
a girl shot her step-father.
She was scared.
She loved him
but not in that way.
Last night
a woman sued her friends.
She was hurt.
She lost love,
and wanted revenge.
Last night
two planes collided.
People died.
Loved ones grieved
all too publicly.
This morning I wake exhausted.
The emotional strain
too much
too intense
too relentless.
Even without commercials,
my emotions ricochet
striking random
stored up
Fears.
I love T.V.
I’m just realizing that
it is a love
a lot like
Heroin.
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