Mar 2017
Boom.
That's the sound I hear when I squeeze my eyes shut
And clamp my hands over my ears.
Boom.
It sounds like fireworks.
The kind that surge into the air, disappear for a short moment,
Before exploding into a million pixels of luminance
With a loud and vibrant
Boom.*
Gingerly, I remove my hands from my head
Listening to the pitter-patter against my window
Watching the white flash of—
I squeeze my eyes shut, head lowering, hands tight against my ears, knees close to my chest, eyes shut, hands tight against my ears, breathing paused, heart pounding.
A low *grumble.
I open my eyes, hands still against my ears.
The sky is very black.
Some fears
Leave a scar too deep
To be overcome
No matter how many lies you tell yourself.
That's the sound I hear when I squeeze my eyes shut
And clamp my hands over my ears.
Boom.
It sounds like fireworks.
The kind that surge into the air, disappear for a short moment,
Before exploding into a million pixels of luminance
With a loud and vibrant
Boom.*
Gingerly, I remove my hands from my head
Listening to the pitter-patter against my window
Watching the white flash of—
I squeeze my eyes shut, head lowering, hands tight against my ears, knees close to my chest, eyes shut, hands tight against my ears, breathing paused, heart pounding.
A low *grumble.
I open my eyes, hands still against my ears.
The sky is very black.
Some fears
Leave a scar too deep
To be overcome
No matter how many lies you tell yourself.
14.11.08
