Shriek then kick

Kill all those yellow colored phones
No no it's plastic i want to talk about
The texture when she picks it up
and the little dew that collects in the ear piece
Or is it the mouthpiece

And that over sized, or overlengthened (not a word)
cord
That just dances under her fingertips

And then with all the bundled frustration
and anticipation
The damn thing stops ringing

And for that split second you imagine
it might be someone else

Someone healthier

Someone not so
Not so..

How you like them

"Hello?"
It's her

Well of course it's her
That rooms been locked up for weeks
You put her there
And you prayed for change
And yet the same old ..

Weeks?
My god she should be dead

Who did I just speak to?

11/07/2007

Posted on 11/08/2007
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