Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2017
I swear I can hear the clear sound of record static
Like snow falling loudly and quietly upon the mic puff
I can also hear the lights and electricity ringing
Like a group of lost hikers found dead in the snow in socks
The neighbors upstairs make knocking sounds at 3am from another dimension
z
Written by
z  nowhere
(nowhere)   
598
   Andrew Name
Please log in to view and add comments on poems