CORN FLAKESCorn flakes. Their sound tickles my eardrums as they bounce off the porcelain cereal bowl. No one around me seems to notice how loud they are; as the tickle turns to vibration, to high pitched rumbling, to a stampede in my temporal lobe. I stop. I put the box down gently, waiting for the ringing to subside. It has occurred to me that I may need a quieter cereal.For as long as I can remember, I've been a wolf in a room full of deaf people. My hearing is unnaturally paralleled, kept only at bay by my beloved head phones.. You know the kind? The retro styled ear pieces that encompass both sides of your head; leaving only a face and my shortened pony tail visible to the average passer-by. Even kept at a low volume, they spare me the sounds of aggravated drivers, and blaring radios at the news stand where I work.But it's not so much a biological phenomena, as much a mental one. When I was little, I suffered horrible night terrors about thunder storms. It wasn't the lighting or the pelting
AnnaPessimists ShoulderI know you've done a lot of thingsThat haunt your sparkling eyesSins have taken youSins are telling liesTime keeps rolling onAs they follow at your sideAnd I wont be ashamed of youNever been ashamed of meI've seen your worst wash over youDraw dark lines across your faceBut I love you anywaySome things I can't explainNow I know that you're not made of goldBut you still shine to meColors of;a lifetime pastSmear the cracking wallsAnd when they come;crumbling downYou've held my hand;through it allAnd I wont be ashamed of youNever been ashamed of meA mortal man;could do lessBut now I knowYou're just holding onTo all that is leftSo just sit with me awhileAnd we'll count shooting starsI wont give up on youNever given up on me
Absence3:14 A.M.I am alert,silent and unmovingEvery night is the same...Your absence awakens meLeaving my deadened eyes to stalk the minute handLike the birth-date of sin;It does not stir anticipation of the coming dayBut only serves as the mark of timeTime that is forcing me farther from youIn the bathroomI slide my nightgown from my shouldersFold it neatlyIt's creamy silk,a gentle reminder of your touchThe water is warm and invitingIt slips through my fingers like a passing thought,filling the tubWith a calming embrace,it caresses my skin and weary armsThey've been aching to hold you for so long nowThere were some pills in the cabinetDoctor's orders state,"Take one a day for pain."For a lifetime of agony;I took the whole bottleI'm already starting to feel a little betterInhaling deeplyI steady my shaking handsIn my head your voice echoes a thousand "I love yous."As my vision fades,I glimpse your smiling faceAnd whisper,"Sorry to keep you waiting."