What She Left

Mother's voice.

Short, static whir.

Click click click.

I'm on Cloud 9

But I won't fall through.

Not this time, I say.

Then the Blackberry recording stops

And I've lost her. Again.

A needle in a techno-stack

of crunches and screams. Ambulance sirens.

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Prompt:

*10-line poem
*do not rhyme
*include a proverb/idiom that you change
*include at least five of the following words:

-cliff
-cloud
-whir
-blackberry
-voice
-lick
-needle
-mother
-static

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