The sibilant hiss
of fridge slays
this silence –
I am numb,
by sleepiness –
slippery echoes
of weekend’s voices
linger, ring
in my ears,
the disruption
ending so abruptly –
I am rendered
listless, fuzzed.

(Onomatopoeia is the prompt tonight at dVerse, hosted by Bjorn.)


Fan whirs,
like a cyclone
building pressure

head craves silence

thump –
automated shutoff
ears ring in aftermath

mind craves silence

shrill peep
shatters calm
pierces closed pane

heart craves silence

emotions churn
burning tears
anger screaming

soul craves silence

a monotonous roar
bouncing off bones

no silence here
only craving

(Written for Manic Mondays 3-way Prompt: Silence)