The Phone

by Sam Harty

By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

At midnight it rings,

a dead voice whispers “hello”

the line goes silent.

Haiku

About the Creator

ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY

Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments (2)

Tiffany Gordon4 months ago
Fabulous work Sam!
Calvin London4 months ago
Spooky - I hate those phone calls

Keep reading

More stories from ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY and writers in Poets and other communities.

But Memories....
Awards become corroded, friends gather no dust. - Jesse Owens -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- He stated that awards become
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYExclusive • 11 months ago
Autocracy Won’t Affect My Dog
My dog is a loving, caring soul. Anyone who meets her says so. Such a beaming soul, that everyone she encounters on the street becomes happier.
By Gabriel Shames7 days ago in Poets
Colder Than a Witch's Teat
Got up the other morning to a god-forsaken sight It had snowed a few inches during the night With the weatherman predicting more
By Mother Combsa day ago in Poets
Once Upon a Crime
The courtroom is a stiff, municipal box. The kind of place where people argue about fences and parking violations. The witch sits at the defense table, hands folded, expression neutral.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher7 days ago in Fiction

The Phone

by Sam Harty

About the Creator

ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

Comments .css-1svwz57-Text{display:inline-block;color:var(--text-default-mute);}(2)

Keep reading

But Memories....

Autocracy Won’t Affect My Dog

Colder Than a Witch's Teat

Once Upon a Crime

Comments (2)