Dial Tone

I pull out a silver coin,

Much resembling the moon,

On this very night

Shoved into the slot and I dial a number,

The one that popped into my mind,

The very moment this nightmare began

I can here the tone dial,
Not much louder than the beating of my heart,
The gasping of my breath

I here a clicking sound,

As the phone is answered,

And the voice I've been so dying to hear

Scream into the receiver,
Is all I can do,
Can't hold myself back any longer

The voice on the other line,
Try as it might to calm me down,
Cannot

Of course this is a silly thing to do,
My screaming I mean,
For what kind of predators can that lure?

I hear footsteps behind me,
The cocking of a gun,
Feel the scream welling up in my throat

But alas, I'm to slow,
A shot is fired piercing my skin,
Blood pooling at my neck

Maybe it's not the bullet that killed me,
But chocking on my fear; swelled up scream,
Is what did me in

So now the street is cast in an almost silence,
As the phone dangles on it's cord,
A body lying lifeless below it

The only sound to be heard;

A sorrowful scream coming from the voice,

On the other end of the line

Author's Note

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[recantichize]

i really enjoy the cyclical but reversed story arc. the tale is so raw, and emotional.. we have no real logic or reason anywhere in the poem. that is a great thing, in that it adds a
sense of mystery and makes us focus only on the words we are given. but it does make it hard not to try to explore the why of this whole piece. why is the narrator screaming, why was she shot, who was on the other line? for me, i focused more on what i wasn't told and that took over a little bit more than these characters that we never really knew anything about. also, completely unrelated note, i love the comparison of coin and moon. it simultaneously makes each more and less magical and precious. thank you, this is a great, thought proving little scene.

[Distant horizons]

great write. Excellent ending.