You Have One New Voice Message

Dramatic monologue in the form of a decuain.

It's ten til five. The sun begins to rise
as I give up. You said that you'd come soon,
and that was seven hours ago. Your lies
are sinking quickly, like the setting moon.
I should have known you'd sing a different tune;
I hacked your email: Babe, I want you back --
you've been with her since late this afternoon.
Who knew what it would take for me to crack
Congrats! I really thought you'd leave the track
for me. Do me a favor; don't call back.



Form: "Decuain"