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My house, is just so quiet
As I am knowing the phone is about to ring
This stretching silence is becoming a bit unbearable
When the house subtle creeks I jump high off my seat
Minutes squeeze by
I don’t know if I am losing hope that he is going to call.
Or if I am gaining hope, from the running suspense.
The air around my head gets thicker, until I feel it’s swallowed me up
But when the phone rings, I bet it will burst the air
I feel prickles on the back of my neck as I get warmer
I wince, but more because of the prolonged wait.
Longer and longer I wait for the phone
Longer and longer it doesn’t happen
It all just becomes more horrifying
He’s locked away, he just can’t get to me
How giant the sound will be when he finally calls
How monstrous it will seem
I might die right now, I just might
There are just things in this world that can’t be survived.
They just poke a hole in our universe to the next
Spilling out into one another.
Until you yourself get sucked through.
But nothing happens, the phone never rings
But it’s screaming almost-ringing ages me years and years by daybreak

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