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.
WorldofHarley 
Hugs, sorry the phone evokes so much fear! xo
It’s alright, I deal with it. ☺️ Thank you!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Your descriptions and imagery are so vivid. Feel real to life. Great poem.
Oops, my second point is unclear, apologies.
I meant to say that the imagery brings it to a personal, real life experience.😊
I totally understand where you’re coming from. I try to display a kind of surreal take on real life. Thank you so much! ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
You definitely succeeded very well indeed. Great work!🌸🙏
Thank you so much again! ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin