What I Sounded Like
by Ivy
· 05/03/2026
Published 05/03/2026 20:28
I heard my voice before I heard my name—
2:47 AM, the timestamp clear.
That wasn't me. I couldn't claim
the person speaking, loose, sincere
about promises to someone
who'd asked me not to call.
I sounded like it was fun,
like I could change it all.
The waveform looked like proof
of how far I'd fallen—
each wavering peak a roof
I'd built then let crumble.
I didn't recognize the man
who said he understood,
who made his stupid plan
sound good.
I still don't.