Hello she whispers soft into the receiver
then patiently awaits the not coming answer
words that leave her mouth drop straight to earth
they land in the crevice formed by a deaf ear
an empty tunnel in one ear and out the other
she repeats a question of hello to the plastic piece
pressed against her lightly freckled cheek
perplexed puzzled and a tad curious she sends a final
sends a final plea for conversation before she hangs up
it is all so damn obvious that it is him who keeps calling here
shaken and rattled her voice steals the courage he mustered
just to pick up the phone and punch in her 10-digit access code
and slices the words that he had written out in his mind
cuts them to bits and leaves them to die in the empty field
that has become his blank and grey mind
now she strides and paces around this her blue painted room
running her long pink fingernails across the walls
and then collapses on her shag carpeted floor
eyes locked staring straight up at her yellow tinted ceiling
scared from too many cigarettes and too many lies
and as she reaches for her pack laying next to her
the telephone stirs in its slumber and comes to life
shrieking out piercing the once deathly quiet night
she turns her head to look upon the plastic ringing heap
and watches as it rattles with all its pretty bells and whistles
turning the thought of answering it over and over in her head
she closes her damp eyes and takes a long drag from her last cigarette
if she answers she will feel insane for talking to herself once again
if she lets it cry all night she risks never hearing his voice
now fumbling she tries to answer while trying to let him go
in the end she doesn’t answer and instead she finds a pen and paper
and tries to force herself to write him all the thoughts she still keeps
but that utensil for writing has grown heavy as a stone in her hand
and the words do not form on the page like they did in her mind
she can picture him now and wonders what he’s doing with himself
sitting waiting at his desk listening to that distant electronic ringing
endless and haunting that ring drives him mad into a rage
he now wishes she had an answering machine just so he could
just so he could hear her voice from the other end
or at least stop that fucking dreadful ringing
breaks down and slams his fists against his desk as he weeps
breaks down and slams her fists against her carpet as she weeps
hello she whispers into the disconnected receiver
the cord dangled around her neck and in her hands
she speaks to no one and she cries out to an empty void
she cries into the receiver all day and all of the night
cowering shivering in the corner of her room
the telephone she tore to pieces tossed kitty corner
laughing lightly at her while she cries and screams
laughing crying screaming ringing in her mind
hello she whispers into her steadily bleeding hand
cut open by a shard from the evil plastic machine she ripped apart
hello hello hello hello hello hello hello…………….
 
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