Sleep and I are in a fight.
She won’t answer my calls.
Countless voicemails I’ve left,
crying out serotonin-
laughing out the liquid courage-
Oh won’t you just pick up the phone?
I wish I could apologize for all I’ve done,
But apologies seem to have lost their meaning as of late.
So I’ll dial her number.
Again.
Pick up.
Dial tones aren’t a lullaby,
And all the sheep have ran away.
The monster under my bed is crooning for me.
Laughing at me.
Laughing with me.
Slipping into delirium as I scramble for a way to end this fight.
Call again.
Call again you idiot.
Dial her number.
Ringing.
please pick up.
Please just...
Pick
Up.
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Rachel White
20 year old college student & actor.
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