Excitement bleeds into fear as I sit staring at the wall
the phone pressed to my ear.
I want to run around the block each and every time I hear the fatal tone.
I want to play Red Light with the monotonous warbling
or maybe Russian Roulette is a better way to say that each time I hear it
I know I'll live for another few seconds, anticipating
endlessly biting, waiting, for that sound of another human
on the other end.
The world should just break them all and throw them away
let's go back to mail so at least that's only once a day.
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