Broken Promises of Blood
Who's calling your phone?
Thomas replies "I don't know.."
"It's something like.. 720..."
I claim the rite of introduction.
"Hello? Oh, Chelsea, How is it?"
"It's good, is Thomas there?"
an exchange of hands without flare..
"What do you want sister?"
Discussion ensues undramatically
a wave of a hand
his face looking bland..
The end button is punched without deliberation.
Complacent
The engine hums quietly
the tires slow to a halt
a look back notices fault
"The air in that tires getting low.."
Careless disposition..
Strides bring the door close
A glance at the evening note..
"I'll fill it up tomorrow."
The phones plucked from it's station
Alicia's number is dialed
It's been memorized a while
"Hello, Dear.. How was your day?"
Discussion
Mother asks me slightly concerned..
"Why hasn't Thomas saved the number?
"I mean, he is her favorite brother."
We both decide that this could be a problem.
I promise to investigate the situation.
I speak with him, he listens.
Like his ear drums are missin'
I explain my dissapointment
He leaves for Germany tomorrow
He's electrified and excited
also terrified.. I say "fight it"..
A week later I assume control of the phone.
Sleepless
Tears in my eyes, I explain myself
"My love makes me yours forever."
"I can deal with that pressure."
We've been talking for weeks.
The time passes by non-existant
"Do you feel we have a future?"
"I'd say yes if I had a clue, sir."
I'm known to read between the lines.
The suns rises, my rooms lightened
"My relationship, we must get sleep."
"I agree, please let your dreams be sweet."
We say goodbye with a touch of hesitation.
My Ears are ringing.
Headphones blast a new instrumental
Locked within my zone
Oblivious to the world and a ringing phone
"Oh well, another call missed."
My pen scribbles quickly.. writers block.
Frustrated I drop the pad
pissed off more than a tad
A glance.. "Who called the phone?"
The number seems a bit familiar
an hour later it rings again
It's A girl, a mother, a best friend.
"Have you heard from Chelsea?"
The plot thickened already
Discouraged.. I'm searching, helpless
Where is she? "Damn paper and felt-tips!"
"Chelsea?!, Chelsea!?!" I scream.
She's been missing for hours.
I give up on my hunt..
"She'll pay for this stunt."
I sit down upon my couch..
The channel is set on the evening news.
A reporter.. Emotionless.. Delivers this.
"Just in.. A young woman found in a ditch.."
Chelsea's face assaults my eyes
This is the beginning of the end of my life.
I can't comfort you mother. I can't comfort myself.
My eyes dart back and forth between the rafter and the belt.
This is the bittersweet intercourse of action and regret.
Awoken
The phones ringing.. I've learned my lesson
"Hello? Oh.. Mom.. Do you need something?"
"Mikes sick, there's no money for ambulance funding."
I havn't driven in weeks.. But I lead him to the car.
I'm driving quickly.. The car's handling funny.
"Don't worry, Mike.. I'll get you there soon.."
Alicia calls.. "Baby! Guess what?!" BOOM!
Time passes by non-existant.. I've lost control.
I cry out as we slam into the opposing semi
The thoughts I think right before I pass..
"I should have filled the tire when I filled the gas."
I've left two women with nothing.
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