Regret and Destruction

Static dial tone and typing fingers
A connection to another world
Your world
My former escape
Torn to shambles by venomous words
My words
Cracking voices on the line
A speech rehearsed a hundred times
Stubborn tear drops
A tone faking certainty
Your humble acceptance
Of my poison message
258 seconds
The empty sound of a world crashing
Screams at the moon
Cursing the night
A broken liquor bottle
Glass shards to the skin
Streaks of blood down porcelain thighs
Feeling nothing

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About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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