Read Poem: SOUNDS, by Brandon Ellrich

The second hand on my watch goes tick tick tick,

I don’t know how it works; it’s a funny trick.

The bubbles in the fish tank go glub glub glub,

I imagine that I’m in there, riding a tiny sub.

Our doggie makes a ruckus, going bark bark bark,

There may be someone out there, lurking in the dark.

Unzipping my pants makes a funny sound,

Zzzzip when it goes up and zzzzip when it goes down.

Creeeeak goes the door when I walk into the room,

Sshhh… just be quiet; it will all be over soon.

My knife through her body goes slash slash slash,

When I chop her up in pieces and put her in the trash.

So many sounds around me, and even in my head,

They’ll never never stop until I’m good and dead.

Brandon Ellrich
Writer/Author
brandonellrich.com

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