Category : Poems

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The social gathering was an orchestrated event;
a violent symphony of biting and chewing,
and slurping and swallowing,
all in time to the sound of the choir of dinner guests chattering.
In the background....
the kettle bubbles as my insides boil,
while pots and pans crash like cymbals,
bashing against bleeding eardrums like blaring trumpets.
While cutlery clatters like an out of tune guitar,
forks and knives scrape against plates like violins screeching,
and the slowly dripping tap fills up a forgotten glass until it overflows.
It was too much, and it was too loud,
and there was no intermission, yet no one seemed to notice.
Funny thing is, the musicians wondered why I was wearing headphones;
acting as if they couldn't hear a sound,
as if the noise was all in my head.