Dial tone
All I can hear when I call your phone.
The echoes sound like distant moans.
The ring sounds like wounded angels trying to sing.
Pitch black shadows lean as the light of my screen breathes on my skin
My fingers ache from pressing call with no answer at all
Voices I hear in the distance linger in my mind like schizophrenic thoughts
Your voicemail I memorized after hearing it a thousand times . .
Goosebumps fills my valley like skin.
I tremble although in the sheets.
I feel cold although alone ❄️
Swallowing ice I can see my breath take shape of frozen ghosts.
I am cold yet alone accompanied by demons singing your dial tone.
Yo. .
Your. .
Dial tone sounds like a broken song.
A faulty note.
A flawed symphony .
I await to hear your voice on the other end of the lingering notes.
But all i am ever left with.
Is a never ending
Never changing
Dial tone. .
-Bo-Edward Lawrence
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