8 November 2019A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci
it's creeping back again,
this low and constant hum: a backdrop, opaquely white, to daily routine.
it becomes a ringing at night like a whistle -- a frenetic soundtrack to thoughts i must think, conversations had or imagined, list after list after list, and so many words on pages quickly read (and nearly forgotten). and at its metallic center an urgency -- a heart-pounding, water-rushing echo off linoleum floors. i'm running but i don't know what from or what to and i'm certain if i stop the ringing stops too and i think i'm most afraid of the quiet. © 2019 Megan Lynn TocciReviews
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1 Review Added on November 9, 2019 Last Updated on November 9, 2019 AuthorMegan Lynn TocciBoulder, COAbout2018 Bachelor of Arts: Political Science with a History minor. 2017 UNCO Bookstore Contest Short Story Winner. 2014 National Scholastic Writing Awards Silver Medalist. 2014 Denver Women's Press Cl.. more..Writing
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