Frail & nimble my fingers reach for the phone
It's winter but there are no blankets to warm me from this cold
You answer my call,
But I choke.
The cord has wound its way around my neck
forming a noose for my throat.
We've done this dance before.
Did I ever stutter so much to begin with?
Were you always this intimidating to talk to?
My tears are falling as you echo a hello,
but there's not enough courage I can muster
to kill this one way conversation
The line clicks.
The hum sends a weight through my bones.
My eyes close.