When I hear its call,
That plastic herald fills me with dread,
It’s speaker a devious homunculus,
With a shrill call,

Ring ring,
Ring ring,

My veins become a red glacier within,
My teeth begin a tap dance,
What will the message be?
Which spectres voice will haunt me?

Ring ring,
Ring ring,

Does the apocalypse beckon?
My mind is a slideshow of worst case scenarios,
Will it be threats?
Perhaps evil news?

Ring ring,
Ring ring,

It trills again,
I must answer it,
I must slay this raucous demon,
My hands crusade commences upon the handset,

Wrong number,
The palpitations in my spine mock me.

Comments
  1. Carol anne says:

    Hugs, sorry the phone evokes so much fear! xo

  2. Your descriptions and imagery are so vivid. Feel real to life. Great poem.

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