Broken Screen

It happened in an instant, the black android falling to the floor,

the screen shattering into a thousand tiny pieces that could never be put back together.

I rush to the black phone, hoping that I was just imagining the shattering,

my phone was the roughest, toughest phone in the south.

That old phone had survived being run over by a car by some miracle

the only damage in that case being a scratch.

Was falling off the couch really going to be what did it in?

Apparently, it was, as the screen looked as if someone had tap danced over it,

jabbing the edge of their heels into the screen with every turn made.

When I tried to turn the phone on, it seemed to work alright for a second,

before lines of every color went over the screen, blurring the image to the point

where I couldn't tell if it was the unicorn on my background or a warning sign flashing.

I tried to repair my phone the best I could, but to no avail,

it truly was broken.