The Ringing in My Ears
Bites tongue, shock sinuses, fog sound. Be a monkey on the shelf. Or speak.
By Violet P. DaviesPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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It’s in my ears
And then it’s in the room
Like headphones slipping out of the jack
That shot of fear
In the second and a half or so
It takes to realize what has transpired
And resolve it before judgement descends
It’s in my ears
And then it’s in the room
Like the voice that isn’t yours
Coming out of the monitor at karaoke
Why is this voice so unfamiliar?
And why is it so out of tune?
Because it’s safe in my ears
And vulnerable in the room
So small and far away
Exposed to the cold air
It’ll catch its death for sure
And there was so much hope
That it would live
But it was in my ears
And now it’s in the room
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About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
Keep track of me on Insta @purpleproseandposies
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