Running
Just like that,
I ran out--
riiiiiiiiing.
I threw my worker's cap
on the ground.
And left.
I abandoned the car
I'd taken to work.
Something I only realized
when the sound died down
for just a moment.
I thought about going back.
I paused and tur---
riiiiiiiiiiing.
Vision clouded,
Knees wobbly,
I ran.
To a house--
a car was parked,
I couldn't tell whose--
where the door was open.
I went in, and up the stairs,
frantically, dumping things in a bag.
I wasn't sure what,
Just stuff--
riiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Sounds
Through my tears
I didn't hear when the ringing died.
A small calm,
before another storm.
But--
I still heard
something.
I paused, holding still,
listening.
The sound wasn't near,
too faint,
too distant.
So I stood, and tailed the noise
all the way
To my parents' bedroom.
Motherhood
There I saw it,
her filthy brown hair
draped over his face.
Unrecognizable blonde hair
poking through from under her.
As she lay on my dad's side
of their bed.
Passionately doing
what I'd hoped
to never even imagine--
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Gasping for air,
I stumbled back
and bumped into the doorframe.
She twitched, and went still.
Robotically, she turned to me,
still on top of him,
staring at me.
