Baskadia

Piece by piece. I

The unheard noise.

You didn’t hear it?

It calls out my name.

It is unbearably noisy.

But;

I unhear it.

Unhear it?

I let it out;

Out?

Tears and screams and;

And?

Pain, and then;

Then?

It is quiet again.

Only until,

It calls out my name;

Again.

You didn’t hear it.

--Marie. A.--