These noises are so loud, invading the silence of this house.

My ears prick at every creak, drip, whisper of wind. How do the window panes stand up to it?

Lately, the slightest breeze can knock me over and it seems…it seems a piece of glass is stronger than me.

This shelter used to be my refuge but tonight it’s become my prison. I try not to pay attention but these sounds keep demanding that I listen.

I stand, I sit, I pace, I lay

I scream, I cry, I grasp for words but can’t find any-damn-thing to say.

It wouldn’t matter even if I did. There’s no one around to listen to it. I’m so tired of being here alone.

The lights are off, but somebody’s home.

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