Phone Call

Her voice comes across the phone

clanging as a metal barb against a fence.

One word answers with

rushing winds made of sighs

blowing over the phone.

Her thoughts expressed with words like a

runaway train, derailing before

it makes sense.

Falling into an abyss of anger

she loses grips of resentment

held trapped in her mind and

locked behind doors of valium

and antidepressants .

Clanging, jutting, she falls into

a repetition of words without thoughts;

the monotonous voice of insanity.

©   CMM  2012

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