Poetry

Extra Sensory

Extra Sensory

a Poem by Raquel Swann

The ringing of a phone

and it’s maddening whine

screaming out for me

as a child for food.

Loud silence follows

alone with my thoughts

echoes stretch far out

beyond the imagination

telling me truths and lies.

Fresh linens dowsed in perfume

Sweeter than honey

I brush my hand against

an indent where a lump should be.

A pillow to my head

as the ringer beckons me

time and time again.

I will not give in to temptation,

For the fires are still lit,

my skin charred,

a cold bed cools my body

while I lay healing.

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