An Anatomy of SoundA Poem by ConnorVibrating glass echoes my vision. Hypodermic needles inject soundwaves. Frozen ice creeps up my spine. Blankets of audio comfot put my mind to sleep. Blank faces stare through the windowsills, the pasted on emotions follow me. Silence, then sleep. © 2009 Connor |
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