December Something

Sitting in the corner of her desolate room, she can’t hear anything but the constant ring-like hum that devours her ears. Like a large waterfall cascading millions of gallons of water down its loud, harsh rocks.

She needs a release. She wants to jump into her own liquid waterfall and see if she comes out alive. See what will happen. See what will not.

She is living in filth. Clean it up.
Too lazy.
She sits still and gazes into an unknown dimension and listens to the humming that takes over once more. It actually says something.
“What are you going to do with yourself without him?”

She’ll be bored to stiffness similar to rigor mortis.
Uncomfortable, very much so, necessary, absolutely.

The faucet on her face begins to drip. She turns it off, but as she reaches for the handle, it recesses inside her skull. The Cheshire cat begins to laugh.
He never shows himself anymore. He just makes himself known by laughing.

She pauses for the slightest moment and that putrid, god-awful humming rears its ugly head. Shut up.
You need to silence yourself. Noise, again?

Slight little raps of movement break her humming silence every so often and she can’t stand it.
More so than that atrocious humming. Noise creates panic and tension. Her silence, her calm, beautiful silence should not be disturbed.

She shall pour scolding, hot wax into the canals of her ears. Silence. People talk too much. Most of them hardly thinking before truly letting their loquacious lips get carried away. There is nothing more breathtaking than silence.

Once someone disturbs a silence, a silence so keen to put anyone to rest, the dead awakens and that noise echoes forever in a rude dissonance.

Perhaps it’s the medication. Perhaps it’s the idea that she’ll have to return to reality shortly. Perhaps it’s just the mere idea of such an unworthy, rainy day.

Setting her toes back on the pallid surface of her bedroom floor, she realized the enjoyment awaiting her under her bed in the white box.

The white box that resembles a desert creature that burns her lips and taints her lungs.