Alone

Friday, December 2, 2005

My wife, she went out of town. Seven days.

I dropped her off at the airport, tell her I love her, or did she tell me? Both?

I'm so confused.

First day gone, I trip and fall. I can't move.

My neck's broken?

How many days has it been?

I'm thirsty. I'm hungry. I've pissed and shit myself a bunch of times.

Phone's ringing. Again. They'll leave a message.

Yup. Message beep.

I've tried to yell, but I'm face down. Doesn't go far. Muffled cries.

I can weep. But that's drying me out.

Seven days.

So thirsty. So hungry.

Fuck.

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