It’s blasting my ears.
The not knowing.
The pitter-patter of naked feet
on tiled floors.
It knocks the air out of my lungs.
But the music in your ears
Doesn’t reach me.
I’m swept away -
My windpipe
Filled
With chords
That hold no oxygen
I’m drinking up
The salty water
Imagining my eyes
As a canvas
The waves
crashing over my head
as a symphony
If only
My ears absorb it all
I will
live
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Anna-Luise Franke.
Published on e-Stories.org on 26.04.2011.
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