Shallow Grave
By mea
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Shallow Grave
I stand up.
Knickers still around my ankles, it rings again.
I turn.
My cuff catches it.
I watch it slip and slide across the enamel.
My hands miss once, then miss again as it performs a perfect
somersault.
I hear a plop and it sinks from view.
R.I.P. beloved phone.
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