Black Noise

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The words fly onto a page creating a devastating blow to the heart.

I look through the air, I smell food from fast food joints like Wendy’s and Subway.

These streets are carved with the name…Rachel.

My mind stops. It is no more but a fly on the tongue of a frog

I’m trapped

Scratching on the walls of my brain until my fingers bleed blue and red, and my nails are gone

I scream AH!

My…I…It is more than this

The date…What day is it?

Friday? Tuesday?

June….June 21^st

I don’t understand.

I am not the sickness