The ringing in my ears, the stinging, burning, agonizing ringing turned into a thick and foggy Dum of my heartbeat.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to tell myself it was my imagination. I clawed at the side of my face, at my ears.

Panting, I ran out of my room and raced down the stairs. Frantically I found the scissors and picked them up, shaking. I looked longingly at them; feeling rushed and threw them in the opposite direction.

I would not cave! Whoever- whatever was happening- I would not let it win!
I picked up the phone, listening for the dial tone. The ringing blended in, so I could barely make out anything else.

Screeching, covering my ears I ran, blind with fear and pain- out my house.

Not caring if it was dark,
Not caring if it was cold,
And not caring if I looked mad-

Put a stop to this madness! Put a stop to the ringing! That awful ringing!

Was I burning alive? Was I melting alive? No. I was going crazy! For no one else could hear this firecracker- loud whistling that surely would’ve caused a ruckus.

What else could I do at that point? No- I could not do anything more insane, yet I could not stay partially sane with the beating mocking me and the ring blistering my ears.

What else could I have done? Than to put an end to the madness?



(C) ELaine 2009