and then she rang right back.
Naturally I didn't accept her collect call.
That name crawled all the way down my spine
with a rusty nail.
A bottle of Jack Daniels would help me sleep
through this nightmare.
In the haze of the uninvited morning
the phone rang once more
and it cut a slice right through my heart.
This time I had enough bloody nerve
to pick up the receiver.
The voice was not unfamiliar to me
but after 2 years it was one that I would like to forget.
I needed badly to tell her to never call here again.
At first I wanted to convince myself she was somebody else.
How could this be?
What is left in the past should always remain there.
She is not of this world anymore.
The clear distinct voice at the other end of the line
was unperturbed by my silence.
"Do you remember, you bastard,
the night that you raped and killed me
and then buried my body , deep,
into the cold ground?"
I slammed the phone down and clutched my throat
unable to breathe.
The events of that night all came flooding back to me
and all I could hear was this poor girl begging for her life.
Suddenly the door flew wide open
and my wife came bursting in,
holding our baby daughter,
asking me why I was screaming out loud.
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