09: December 2015 #09 - Smoke Alarm
Authored by Joyce Nancy
by Joyce Nancy
The smoke alarm is out of batteries & no one is home to feed the dog. After a while you just stop hearing it. Every sound is the same as the one before. My ears are already ringing & have been for years. Sometimes the static gets louder. Voices start whispering in shower steam & rushing wind. You are the only one I ever told anything to. Now your voice is in my head. It says what you never admit. Repeats itself. Full of vitriol.