Twice Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

At the dead of the night
It brushes a feather down your spine
Feel your blood trickle
As if it sprung from a fountain
Marks of spilled wine are everywhere
The floor’s sticky
The carpet catches on
A broken violin lays on the floor
Partially pleading for it to sing
For the last time, as it fades
A phone suddenly appears
It rings inside its box
But the sound is too loud
As if it echoed in a spacious library
Answering the call
You remember no number, no name
Just a husky voice on the other end
Breathing your name twice
And that was all you needed
To go completely insane