Voicemail

Listen, I know I once wished to kill myself just so I could be reincarnated

and come back as your left lung to finally feel a type of breathing

that didn’t hurt, but I am done being the seconds between lightning and thunder.

I am done being the debris after the tornado.

I know it’s getting late and the stars are starting to wish upon themselves,

but before all is said and done, I just wanted to tell you-

I am the storm itself.

My mother once told me that skies are just a reflection of the ocean

but I am no longer a reflection of what you did to me.

I used to believe that on his bad days God or whoever’s up there

would switch the clouds and the seas around just to get a change of scenery

and for a few seconds the water would get to feel

all the pain the sky goes through at not being able to touch the ground

but here I am, telling you

that I am fine

and I don’t want you to feel what I feel anymore

because water doesn’t have the right to touch the skies it once tried to drown.

So I hope you memorize the sound of this dial tone after I hang up

because if you ever hurt another woman the way you hurt me,

that’s the only thing you’ll ever hear when you try to call her back.