There's a consistent tapping
Kachunk Kachunk Kachunk
It follows me
It plays in my head while I hide from the world
Kachunk Kachunk Kachunk
It started off annoying
But now it's melodic.
It sounds like a heart beat.
The beats match up to mine.
Kachunk Kachunk
It sounds like metal
I think it's a knife
Kachunk Kachunk Kachunk
It picks at a rock.
Kachunk Kachunk
The rocks grind up and fall to my feet, and I resist the urge to pick them up.
Kachunk
I open my eyes
There's a rock in front of me
I am holding the knife.
YOU ARE READING
'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
