You Are Inhumane

Your throat tightens up,

as you hear my spoken words.

They claw at your heart,

ripping it to pieces.

Thank God, you think,

that we are speaking over the phone.

You take an unheard breath,

and the pregnant pause is filled.

You hang up slowly and dial her number,

then you speak the words to her.

The End

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