wasting my minutes

   I was waiting for a call that never came, when it did I got so choked up I must’ve sounded insane.
Can’t you see what you’re doing to me?
Burning my soul worse than any third degree.
I wanted to tell you how this town is relentless, constantly famished, swallowing people whole and spitting out memories.
But all I could come up with was a forced hello,
And inevitably you told me you had to go.
So I’m sitting here typing the words I wished I uttered,
The only thing left to do is twist up and blast Cudder.
R.R.S.

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