Free Write [p.m.]

16 Aug

Underneath a distant porch, a frog croaks. An appendix bursts, an eye tears, teeth grind, gears whirl and springs wind: I lie here awake with my head underneath a pillow, and the sound that I cannot hear is hurting my ears. The silence is deafening. I want to hear motion. I want to hear life.

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