Noise

December 30, 2007
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I step outside and I can feel a quiet tapping
Sneaking up my spine
Constant muffled rapping
Muted, stifled sound.
I can hear quiet chatter
Mouths like leaky faucets
Drip-dripping whispery drops,
Dragging me into a gleaming white
Slippery
Porcelain
Sink.

But I resist.
Retreat.
Feet against the floor
Soft walking
Tip-toeing back inside
To escape the murmurs
That awful prattle
Knock-knocking
Like fists against my door.





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