The Static Between Us
Dial Down the Noise
He lives in the box
Scratching from the inside
Voiceless beyond control
Only to distress in waves
Waves I cannot understand
A frequency unpleasant
If I turn the dials, then I may doom him
There a creature lives as well
Against its own will
Imprisoned between the metal and plastic
Wired motions and poor connection
The creature hisses prepared to constrict
The scratching angers it
And fast becomes too slow
Open ears to the noise
A word, taps specific to morse code
I hope for anything salvageable
For if he becomes ghostly
Then opportunity struck only down
The end nigh and inevitable
A decision agonizing
The dials are forced all the way left
Paralyzing quiet fills the room
Not a broken box
Not a broken man
But instead, a broken spirit to collapse
Self-inflicting torture I choose
As I hastily turn the device back on
I listen again, a tad closer
Scratch... hiss... scratch... hiss...
About the Creator
Ashley Wrigley
The truth can be covered by words of fiction and rhyme. However, if you dig deep enough to the core you might be amazed what truths you will find inside.
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