Knocking.
Pounding.
Ringtone Bleat,
inebriated screech,
"Hey, yo, You in There?"
I turn over,
Kill the phone.
About Me
- UsooMe
- I crushed a bug beneathe my heal as I was Smoking in the shade. The sun had not burned me out, but burned I was, inside and out.
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