taz-ing

It’s so quiet here tonight. The sound of my own breathing keeps jarring me awake. I can almost hear the beat of the pulsing light from my laptop blinking softly. If I lie very still, I can almost imagine the velvet patter of figmental raindrops splashing numbly on my balcony...can almost separate each missing breeze from the absent wind. I’m a far cry from sleep. My head pounds from the rhythm of blood rushing through my veins. How long have I been waiting to drift off? My throat feels parched. I try to move my limbs but my body does not obey. When was the last time I had a drink? I slowly take in a deep breath and gulp. The effort nearly tears through my throat. I hold my breath. I can hear it again now. There it is. That soft wailing noise...like the kind where her soul weeps and there’s no way to comfort it. It’s starting. The piercing screams that split the night...as though she will bleed to death from the anguish of it. I know those familiar sobs, those agonizing screams. I

It’s so quiet here tonight. The sound of my own breathing keeps jarring me awake. I can almost hear the beat of the pulsing light from my laptop blinking softly. If I lie very still, I can almost imagine the velvet patter of figmental raindrops splashing numbly on my balcony...can almost separate each missing breeze from the absent wind. I’m a far cry from sleep. My head pounds from the rhythm of blood rushing through my veins. How long have I been waiting to drift off? My throat feels parched. I try to move my limbs but my body does not obey. When was the last time I had a drink? I slowly take in a deep breath and gulp. The effort nearly tears through my throat. I hold my breath. I can hear it again now. There it is. That soft wailing noise...like the kind where her soul weeps and there’s no way to comfort it. It’s starting. The piercing screams that split the night...as though she will bleed to death from the anguish of it. I know those familiar sobs, those agonizing screams. I