Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Microstories: A Private Room Is Now Non-negotiable

I blearily glared at my morphine drip,

Prayed for a mute button.

Anything

to halt the noisy,

Nonstop

Nasally

Twang

Of the woman in next bed,

While

My useless headphones

Softly crooned that

Nobody told Lennon

About days like these

On repeat.







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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousDecember 3, 2014 at 10:53 AM

    Good one!

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  2. UnknownDecember 3, 2014 at 2:54 PM

    Love the lines '...noisy nonstop nasally twang'
    Enjoyed this piece...

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  3. AnonymousDecember 3, 2014 at 8:31 PM

    "My useless headphones
    Softly crooned .." Nice job.

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  4. kymmDecember 4, 2014 at 4:19 AM

    I adore that opening line, Tina! *poor you, though*

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  5. Red Nomad OZDecember 4, 2014 at 5:37 AM

    AAAAAARRRRRGHHH! I feel your pain!

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