among the walls

She felt her cold hand wrap around the cold phone 

She dialed those numbers as fast as she could with a dying heart 

Soon she heard the voice on the other side 

That was not the only voice that she heard 

The voices of the friends who came at night 

Speaking in riddles 

The only word she could get out to the operator was “Hurry” 

As the phone slipped crashing down 

As her head smashed onto the floor 

Darkness swarmed her mind 

The next time the light came in she was laying in a bed that was not of her own 

She said to the man in the white jacket 

“Where is my father?” 

The man replied “He has been dead for 30 years”