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Poem By Ivona Sophia

you know a bad news day has come
from the moment of opening your eyes
and the consciousness of the first breath
when the sound of the telephone
kills the silence of an empty room.
frozen in shock,
you admit to all the deadly sins
repeatedly committed.
it’s no longer a fear
when you can feel your heartbeat
in every cell of your body
without memory
of a name even as personal as your own
where a loss of breath is definitive

and silence
and the receiver
and the coil of the cord

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