click-click wheels eat silence
churning into a less than unnerving
lullaby.
click-click. click-click.
mind's eye curling in on itself,
preparing for
the worst
click-click. click-
clunk.
fingers scrambling for a light,
to drown silent screams and
rapidly rising bile.
Author notes
Im too fucking old to be waking up at 4 am crying from nightmares.
