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That Sound

What is that sound? Low humming in your head The brain playing tricks With noise no one else can hear Or the crunch and crack of moving joints Signalling age and ache Gasps and moans not always suppressed You choke them back so you don’t disturb others Or the full cry of seized, spasming muscles…

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No Exit

Step by step you walk through the door And into the impenetrable dark Your lantern illuminates little more Than a patch of wall, a stretch of floor Impressions only, no clear view Of where you are The noise of your footsteps is muffled They seem so loud with no other sound But your shallow, fearful…