The Traumatic Text

Her text said,

"You need to die."

I read it and shuddered.

I cried.

I wanted to die right then and there.

The sender was my best friend,

my confidant,

the one with whom I dared to share

my innermost thoughts and fears.

She knows the monsters that haunt me

and that I try daily to overcome:

Fear of missing out.

Fear of losing a friend.

Fear of losing her.

I trusted her to keep my secrets,

and tell me the truth in love,

especially when I needed to hear it.

My phone vibrated,

but I refused to look at the text.

I peeked and saw her name,

but turned away again.

I screamed, as if that

would make it disappear.

Through eyes awash in tears,

I finally brought myself to look.

The text said,

"Sorry about typo. Should say,

'You need to diet.'"

And I added another monster

to my list:

fear of texting.