by Emma Freeman

Ring

I can hear it through the walls

off in a room somewhere

muffled underneath something

I search under piles of coping mechanisms

in messy drawers crammed full of past experiences

under the bed of beliefs I have slept in for so many years

Ring

It seems to get louder

the more I search for it

yet I still can’t find it

Ring

Louder and louder it grows

filling my whole body with its reverberations

creating a cacophony that echoes off of my soft walls

back and forth

spinning me around in circles

as I try to trace where the sound is coming from

Ring

Something tells me that I need to answer it

even though I don’t know who is calling

or what they want from me

Ring

But I can’t seem to find the damn phone...