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It’s the ring of the telephone,
hollow, foreboding in a nuance
the rising hairs on the back of your neck
freeze time in the most unpleasant way.
To hear the hellish message
a distorted line twists in your gut,
as the darkness reaches right into you,
through your skin, right into your heart.
Yikes. I am envisioning this being a call in the middle of the night,
ReplyDeletethey are seldom good.
Hello. My name is Jerry, and I am not trying to sell you anything...
ReplyDeleteCalls in middle of the night bother me NOT.
ReplyDeleteIt's that "knocking on the door" with a baton which gives me the bumps
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