When the earth wants to dance

it wants us to dance with it.

I'd rather not speak right now, I'm somewhere else.

Please forgive me.

No one knows 

what goes on 

behind open books.

At first I was afraid

but then I realised I'd been drowning this whole time

and I was being pulled up to where I could finally breathe.

drained and lonely, 

the phone sung out to its life source

unaware that her mating call had now become 

her swan song.

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imagining a phone in the trash, beeping