by Carley Mayson
I want to call you and leave a message
that you would never listen to; our hum has left your ears
you’re an endless ringtone now and if I could make things
one voicemail different
I’d play to you the crickets you left in my sound waves
and I’d know you were screening my calls
my ribcage is pockmarks of where you snuck your way in
and now you’re the one trying to keep the bugs out
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Carley Mayson - I am a 23 year old English Major at Mount Royal
University and I am passionate about poetry. I have been writing for as
long as I can remember but I have been writing poetry for four years.
Since I discovered my love for it I haven't been able to stop writing. It is