Just A Warning

The operators are all busy answering silent callers,

And I do not blame them for ignoring my screams.

The pebbles in my shoes are cutting open my feet,

But if I keep my eyes closed, I will tear at the seams.

Tongues press against my neck like a warning.

Their sour breaths sneak up my nostrils and I wretch.

The operators are all busy watching me suffer,

And I know they will clap when I reach the edge.

-Jackie