The silence is louder than any noise,

Crashing and roaring like waves,

Eroding and caving in my eardrums,

Tearing down the walls of hard flesh and delicate bone,

Distorting the intricate whirl,

A little bead of blood wells up,

And trickles past my cheek,

Leaking little crimson tracks,

Tracks that show the path of pain,

In their glossy earthen ridges.

The End

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