The same part of the same song
plays over and over
all in my head
An old new friend
talks on the phone
just as she always does
My stomach starts knotting
I know I shouldn’t be here
but she doesn’t care.
A single bulb burns
crickets and cars
far in the distance
and the sound of her voice
the only things I hear
except for that song.
The light begins to flicker
I look in a closed door
a pale body slowly moves forward
uh-oh
now we’re in trouble
The heat sticks to me
and eventually begins to drip
I start remembering past events
that happened only moments ago
I think and frown
“…it used to be me…”
Now I’m all alone
I’m hot and sticky
maybe I should sneak away
but she’ll yell at me
‘you should have stayed’
The still silence
broken at last
A machine close by
disrupts my thoughts
I look up
it’s unable to be seen
Many lights have come flooding out
so I let my eyes adjust
I can see the top rim
I can hear only it
and the same part
of that same **** song
“…Not another…”