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My mobile credit, vanished
like a hundred lost souls departed
to life. To police calls, shaking.

Friends in fear of lost stability
read Death in every spousal shift;
Would burn their vows, screaming "Witch!"
at a slow hand raised to scratch an itch.

I protected mine proactively.

Such sadness departed. Slowly.
The remnant space is dreadfully redirected.

- Simon Huggins, 9th December 2003