Subtle Creeks

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