Phoneline | Teen Ink


September 4, 2010
By Aredhel PLATINUM, Lynnwood, Washington
Aredhel PLATINUM, Lynnwood, Washington
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‘’He’s dead.’’

‘ ’An accident.’’

I hear the voice say

crackling over the line

a poor connection


I say all the words that don’t

matter anymore

I think blankly

It is hardly real

a dream

I drop the phone

what poor etiquette I display

It is unreal

to think he

is dead

My mind does not accept it

does not digest it

I expect to see him

around a corner sometime soon

No grief floods me

There is only shock

I am heartless?


It’s a funny thing

but I’m not laughing

I’m too numb to laugh, anyway

but if I’m numb why do I


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on Sep. 18 2010 at 4:59 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

This is a very interesting and well written piece.  The space between the lines is clever; it conveys to me the way that shock seems to disconnect thoughts. I loved how you illustrated grief through numbness. The last two lines were great!