No
by Sam M. Phillips

I place my phone down,
No messages.

I lie down on the bed,
Soft embrace,
No comfort.

I place my hand on bare chest,
Soft skin,
Hard bone,
Heart beats fast,
A bird in a cage,
Distressed,
No reason.

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