White Noise

by Mary Hughes

White noise fills my ear triggering pain that is unique

This is their new way of communicating, making the spoken word redundant for the moment

It drowns out my thoughts as I push cotton wool in my ear to stop the pain and the sound

My mind races as I look around the kitchen for something hard that will fit into my ear to mind the pain

I know deep down I will have to endure it until they have satisfied themselves that I have been taught a lesson

I wonder if I will hear the radio again or hear a child laugh and what of the bird that wakes me in the morning

Then the pain stops but I leave in the ear plugs ready for the next time

There will be a next time. There always is

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by: lucy

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