has anyone heard?

beep beep beep

beep beep beep

The sound of the dial tone fills the strange stillness in the air.

A stressful sound that makes you want to claw at your skin,

like waiting for something that you know will never come.

The blaring repetition of the beeps makes them feel almost…

deafening within the eerie silence.

Like the high pitched tone in your ears after a bomb goes off,

the sound that never fully fades away.

The beeps never stop.

An endless tone of hopelessness.

Helplessness.

Red splotches of fingerprints are smeared across the phone,

as it sits abandoned,

hanging off the hook by its fraying cord.

Curtains billow in the early morning breeze,

flapping gently as they wave their final goodbyes.

Shattered shards of window lay strewn across the floor,

glittering like diamonds in the sun’s golden glow of dawn.

With cold hands and eyes like a doll,

devoid of feeling or sight,

there is no movement indicative of life.

Maybe things could have ended differently,

if they only picked up the phone when it rang.