Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2013
The phone rings but no one answers,
I breath in deeply that the other end echoes,
Nothing...
The space is ripped of all the oxygen,...and I can't catch any air as my lungs collapse from the lack of my veins turning blue.
Diana
Written by
Diana
377
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems