POETRY |
ALONE tick tock tick tock tick tock tick the ticking. . . madness the tocking. . . madness auditory delusions confusing resembling your footsteps on the stairs the screeching lub dub of my heart beating then yet beating again a blackboard with fingernails alone and still, yet alone hours spilling through skeleton hands drop by drop by drop parasitic memories in tow draining or freeing constant ticking thinking spilling noises more noises surrounding yet anemic remaining alone by Sheryl McCurdy |
MIDI: ROCK SUPERSTAR |