The crack of my neck
The crackle of my knuckles
The pop of my knees
The clicking in my shoulders
~
My body is a wonderland of sounds
Most don't sound good
But they do sound interesting
Or at least so I think
~
Every movement elicits some sound
Even if it's just me groaning
Call me old man Creaky
Because I sure feel like it!
~
This was written after a day of listening to the various pops and creaks of my body. I realized I could probably make an audio file out of it and probably autotune it in some form of music. I hope you enjoyed this rambling. If you did then please heart, subscribe, and feel free to leave a tip. You can now also pledge 3 dollars a month to me and help support me as a creator. If you do, you get the benefit of having my stories at the top of your subscription feed anytime I post something new. Till next time.
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Josephine Mason
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