The Wire

The Wire

A Poem by Rachell R. Taylor

Romance is a voice in a map of black phone lines, his love for me, clicking in static. I hear the words ‘amazing’‘wonderful’, and ‘brilliant’ like Morse code for our life to be. Each hit a mandatory pulse in my chest, a deep breath of thick atmosphere his voice creates over the wire. Our loneliness lingers; that electric hum when it rains, raising the hair on the back of our necks, absent only when there are clear skies ahead. My dear it’s only getting darker for us. In our stubbornness we hold the line. Can you hear me? Are you there? You know I love you, right?

© 2008 Rachell R. Taylor


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Our loneliness lingers; that electric hum when it rains, raising the hair on the back of our necks, absent only when there are clear skies ahead. My dear it's only getting darker for us.

I love this line and your piece. This is my favorite keep them coming. Don't hold back.

Posted 17 Years Ago


i love the last line. especially the last sentence.

Posted 17 Years Ago


u stand out and i am impressed with this piece

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Rachell R. Taylor
Rachell R. Taylor

Everett, WA



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22, living in Lynnwood, Washington. Mother of a little mess of curls named Eisling. Aspiring writer and photographer, and here seeking some opinions from people better at this than she. more..

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