Today—a deaf sentence. Not
unexpected perhaps but
still a pause—a beat—a
harsh intake—before
breath resumed. It is
logarithmic (she
explained) this ebb of
sound and rushing flow of
tidal static-distant
bird-cry, anguished
echoes of whine-pitched
engines, scraping shovels on
stone-dry sidewalks, frantic
tick-tick-tick of some
retarded clock that
knows not tock. All
rhythmic ebb and flow
inexorable encroachment on
the continent of
mind.
No respite
either—chemical
messengers and neural
stimulators that race from
cochlea to brain—that
might be slowed—restrained—
stopped in pell-mell
progress on nerve-track
courses—these also share the
silks with lightning
riders from pulsing
heart and stringent spinal
cord—to rein one is
to rein them all.
So.
Long-awaited sentence is
formally pronounced—
solemn and judicious—and
all that follows...
execution—prolonged,
insidious, crackling
current swirling
constant aural
cataract
Author notes
Prompt 4.
After nearly fifteen years of suffering with tinnitus, I visited a doctor who did more than smile at me and say "live with it." She explained the cause in terms I could understand...and why no cure is possible. It was both relief to understand--and terror to know.
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Vivid
....So breathtaking, but disturbing I have no words for it...I am here if you need to talk...
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