By Anonymous
the creaks of a radiator we are sitting on that doesn’t quite work anymore
people walking into other rooms, laughing, chatting
the sound of footsteps upstairs
the snapping of rain outside
scratching pens
a cricket in the void
pens falling to the ground
someone clawing at their head
Jesus looking down at us like a disappointed mother
cars passing on the road, trying to imitate the wind
your heartbeat but something is just slightly off
that ringing we have in our ears
my own steady breathing
the sun setting too quickly
flowers dying but being too indifferent to care
cars passing by, throwing rain onto the sidewalk
my heartbeat but it’s perfectly fine and you can hear it better than yours
the moon rising and screaming at the top of her lungs while doing so
clouds that really, really want to know how dry grass feels
doors closing and opening and closing and
blood vessels expanding
pupils dilating
a sighing wind
coughing
sirens
Nebulous 