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Jun 2010
Hello?

There's echoes bouncing
off the clean white halls.
The needles are coming.
I'm climbing the walls.
The doors are all locked
but it's all in my head.
I can't get a line out,
the phones are all dead.

Hello?
Can you hear me?

Whenever I blink
I get blood in my eyes.
They say they are tears,
I say they are lies.
Your glittering sharpness
obsesses my heart.
They say that I'm bitter.
I say I'm a ****.

Hello?
I think it's dead.
No. The line.
It's dead.

I scream at the warden,
"*******! Let me out!"
But the warden is in ME,
and the warden is doubt.
The doors are all locked,
but it's all in my head.
I can't get a line out,
the phones are all dead.
Melissa Hardie
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