Her voice rushes through the earpiece.
I can taste her voice's anger, floating to the surface like a heat that I couldn't bear to touch the surface of,
vibrating through my soul, boiling across her tongue.
The candy apple inflection doesn't sit well with me.
A valley girl accent masks her trailer park roots well.The voice hovering between her lips is like a fire burning coal to a diamond of bittersweet goodbyes.
Her voice calls me out like an ex-wife but begs me to marry her like a lonely widow.
I can't hear my voice, so I don't know what to do.
(© 2020 by Andrew Cyr)
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
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