Hello?
Is anyone there?
Can you hear me?
It's okay... no one ever does
I just listen to the buzz
The humming over the wires
Wishing I could transform myself
To electrical particles...
Become a stream of data
Digitalized and sent ...
I'd flit from pole to pole
Faster than the fastest bullet train
Going Somewhere ....
Anywhere ...
Somewhere that is not here
Alone in this cramped space
Where he dumped me
When he was done
Discarded like a bag of trash
In this dark basement
With my dead phone
With my dead body
And the gnawing rats
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Fiction
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This was so sad. That's how I felt too when he left me. Loved your poem!