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Telephone (the game)
by Johnny CrimsonThe message came
after it went
to everyone for whom
it had been sent,
which filtered out
the hurtful words,
those jarring phrases
I just can't endure,
and as I'm listening,
her voice is foreign,
this isn't her,
that isn't ______.
Soaking in
the gist of things
I can't summarize
or guess the theme,
it doesn't settle,
or rest with me,
this message is broken
yet static free,
and crystal clear
as it sets in slow,
the meaning of words
she'll have me know.
"I can't believe you would risk everything
for one cheap night. You're a horrible person, I hate you."
03/20/2014
Posted on 03/20/2014
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 03/22/14 at 12:39 AM The fall of words to the final on the page hit home -- clearly -- full of that anxiety and finality (having been on both sides of similar situations...)... |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/22/14 at 10:30 PM Ouch! From an emotional injury, I can feel the hurt, the hostility, like receiving one blow after another. Traumatic! |
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