Its Over Poem by Amanda Jonson

the phone rings once
she looks at it as if
expecting it she's afraid
it rings again

she holds her breathe
looks at caller id private
name private number her
heart skips a beat, it rings again

slowly she reaches for it
pulling it up on the fourth ring
silence then before she hangs
up she hears it. breathing

she holds her breathe again
the other hangs up, dail tone
a light turns on behind her
a shadow of a man behind her

she hangs up he walks
closer she stands frozen
he gets closer.....
its over