3 am

cornerless room I saw

while my vision was getting compromised

by my sour tears.

And i just stood there

staring at myself in the mirror

all i saw was a shadow

a white pale ghost

suddenly the mirror fell down and cracked

i picked up and hung it up again

the picture was now clear

the white pale ghost

was my soul

shattered.

the bed felt like a safe haven

when a mind dizzying

sound broke my brain cells into

pieces.

i looked at the clock which glass's reflected the moonlight

the time was 3 am

I thought to myself that my widowed neighbour had too much to drink again.

the second i picked up the phone

i heard a deep low voice asking if it was rude of them to call at this hour

i said that it does not matter because they already have called

and why would an emotionally unstable person care anyway?

Everything went silent

"Hello?"

He hung up.

What an arse.

Didn't his mother tell him to stay away from sociopathic women?

Then it rang again.

I let the voice mail go on

and i heard

"Hello baby, it's me again, it's pretty late, but i still have some tears to shed"

I looked to the window on my right, the apartments were all light free.

Then on floor 2nd ,Apartment 6

There was a shadow of something i couldnt recognize

Maybe because the window was shattered

After I went to bed again it went away

It took me years to realize that every night at 3 am

i stared out of my right window

and that the shattered Apartment 6 window's shadow

was me ,looking for someone to save me

But the only thing i heard

was the voice inside my head

calling the phone

every night

at

3 am.