By Abby Moeller
thumb numb and calloused
rough from incessant
tapping and swiping
across the now greasy screen
ad after ad after ad
the same smiling faces
the same top ten giftable gifts
from this that and every other web store in between
the ads fly by
shoved away by my annoyed thumb
looking for the real content
the truths
the heartaches
the pain of holidays spent
with loved ones missing
with strained emotions and hearts
ad after ad after ad
shoved down throats
boasting happy holiday memories
mocking those
who don’t wish to be consumed
by the avalanche of ads
Abby Moeller (she/her) is a writer based in WNY who explores her writing in forms varying from poetry to dramatic monologues to epic fantasy stories. Her works can be found published with Sad Goose Cooperative, Black Moon Magazine, The Daily Drunk, and many others. A full catalogue of her publications is available on chillsubs. Currently, she lives with her growing zoo of pets and endlessly teetering piles of books, in hopes of one day owning her own personal library. She can be found rambling on Twitter.